“Maybe grandpa won’t want us all to go out there for the summer,” said Mother Martin. “If he has to save his pennies——”
“Oh, there’ll be plenty to eat—there always is at Cherry Farm,” said her husband; “and that’s all the children want. The old house is big enough for us all, and more. We’ll go surely enough. It wouldn’t seem right if we didn’t. Summer would not be summer without Cherry Farm.”
Jan and Ted thought so too.
Daddy Martin had set Trouble on the floor, to go away to write his letter. Mrs. Martin was talking to Nora about the work, while the Curlytops drew their chairs to the table, now cleared of dishes, and began to talk of what they would do in the country.
“Maybe we can pick cherries and sell ’em,” said Ted.
“Maybe,” agreed Jan. “If we had a little cart and a pony——”
“Oh, that would be great!” cried her brother. “I could drive and you could dish out the cherries! Let’s write a letter to grandpa and ask him——”
Just then, before Ted could finish what he was saying, there came a crashing sound from the kitchen. A look around showed that Trouble had slipped away. The reason for the crash was consequently explained—at least, in part.
“Oh, Nora, what is it?” called Mrs. Martin who had just gone upstairs.
“Oh, nothin’ much, Ma’am,” was the answer. “It’ll be all right, I guess.”