Mr. Martin stood up in the motor boat and held Teddy high in his arms, so that Mrs. Martin, on shore, could see that the little boy was safe. Teddy’s mother waved her handkerchief, to let her husband know that she had seen and understood.
Then the motor boat was started again, and back to the dock it went, towing the sailing craft.
“Oh, Teddy, what made you do it!” cried his mother as she clasped him in her arms.
“He won’t do it again!” declared Mr. Martin, after he had explained how it happened.
“But it was very curious!” said Mrs. Martin. “I don’t like it.”
“I wants to go in sailboat!” cried Trouble, as they all walked up from the lake to the bungalow.
“Now let’s settle this once and for all,” said Mr. Martin solemnly. “None of you children is to get into a boat unless one of us is with you—don’t forget!”
He shook his finger at the two Curlytops and at Trouble. They knew what this meant, and each one promised.
“Come to supper!” called Uncle Ben a little later, and they sat down to the table which had been set under the tent in front of the bungalow.
Never was there a jollier meal. Then came a delightful time of sitting under the trees in the cool of the evening, until Mrs. Martin said in a low voice: