“I’ll get the candy for you,” kindly offered Teddy. He ran over to the machine. Trouble’s penny was still in the slot where he had dropped it, but, as Jan had guessed, the little fellow’s chubby fingers had not been strong enough to press the pusher handle.
Ted gave it a shove, there was a click, and down on the lower tray dropped a little square of chocolate in a tinfoil wrapper.
“There you are, Trouble,” his brother said, taking the candy to him.
At last the Curlytops and their relatives, together with the baggage, were gathered into the auto and a little later they were at the cottage Mr. Martin had hired for the summer. Norah had been brought down to do the cooking, but Patrick had been left at home.
“Oh, how near it is to the ocean!” cried Janet as, after the cottage had been opened, she caught a glimpse of the shining water at the end of the street.
“May we go down, Mother?” asked Ted.
“Yes, for a little while,” was the answer.
“Me come!” cried Trouble.
“Look after him,” warned Mr. Martin, as William followed his brother and sister on the run.
“We will,” they promised.