“Did you have fun?” asked Mrs. Pitney, as they entered the sitting room.
“Yes, they had fun and a sort of adventure,” answered Mrs. Martin, as she told about the trunk.
“Dear me! That might have been a sad accident,” said the farmer’s wife. “I never thought of your tumbling into any of those old trunks or I would have told you children not to open them. Not that you could do any harm,” she added, “for the dresses are so old-fashioned that no one would think of wearing them, unless at some Hallowe’en party. But I’m glad you got safely out, Janet.”
“So’m I,” agreed the little girl.
Soon after this the Curlytops were in bed. There was no need of any specially early start in the morning, Mr. Martin said, as they were not many miles from Mount Major, where they were to stay in the woods for several weeks.
“We can easily get to the camp bungalow by noon, if we start from here at nine o’clock,” said Mr. Martin to his wife that night. “We will let the children sleep as long as they wish.”
The night passed quietly, except that Trouble walked in his sleep, an occasional happening, and when his mother asked him what he wanted he answered:
“I get sleigh bells for Santa Claus.”
He was thinking of his play up in the attic.
After a good breakfast the automobile was brought around to the door and once more the Curlytops prepared to travel on. Many thanks were expressed to Mr. and Mrs. Pitney for their kindness in keeping the family over night.