“Well, maybe something will,” said Uncle Ben. “We haven’t got to Cardiff yet.”
On chugged the motor boat, and in about an hour it was at the village where Uncle Ben was to buy the things for Mrs. Martin. The store was not far from the lake, and the children got out to go in with the sailor.
“Oh, they keep peanuts here!” exclaimed Ted, as he saw some in a glass case.
“Yes, they’re nice and freshly roasted,” said the storekeeper.
“Oh!” exclaimed Tom, and then he and the others looked at Uncle Ben. “Oh!” sighed Tom again.
“Well, I guess a few peanuts wouldn’t hurt the youngsters,” said the sailor good-naturedly. “Their mother didn’t say not to let them have any, so you may give them a bag each.”
“Oh, thank you!” said the Curlytops and their friends in chorus, as the bags of peanuts, still warm from the roaster, were handed to them.
“Where are you folks stopping?” asked the storekeeper, as he finished doing up the grocery packages for Uncle Ben.
“At Sunnyside Bungalow,” answered Ted.
“Got any dogs at your place?” the man, whose name was Mr. Blake, went on.