“You’d better go and find Uncle Ben and ask him to take you all fishing!” laughed Mother Martin.
“Take me, too!” begged Trouble. “Me want fiss!”
“Yes, take Trouble with you, but don’t lose him,” said his mother.
“Come on!” cried Ted. “We’ll go fishing with Uncle Ben!”
They went out in the motor boat, the Curlytops, Tom, Lola and Trouble. On the porch of the bungalow sat Mr. and Mrs. Martin, and Mrs. Ransom and her brother, John Dowd.
“How strange everything came about,” said Mrs. Martin. “There was the robbery of your store, Mrs. Ransom, the finding of Uncle Ben on our lawn, Skyrocket being taken by the Gypsies, and the finding of your brother’s queer box in the wrecked boat.”
“Yes, and then I found my brother!” said Mrs. Ransom softly, as she looked at him. “That was best of all!”
The Curlytops stayed at Silver Lake quite a while longer, until it was time to go back to school, and they had many good times on the water with Uncle Ben.
And now, as this story is finished, we will say good-bye for a time, though I hope you will meet the Curlytops again, and hear more of their adventures.
THE END