“And when you get settled in your wood camp drive over and see us some time,” invited the farmer’s wife.
“I will,” promised Mrs. Martin. “And you must come and see us.”
“We will if I ever get any time away from the farm,” laughed Mr. Pitney.
Off started the automobile with the Curlytops and the others. In a few hours they would be in the woods and then, thought Ted, Janet and Trouble, the real fun would begin. For they had been counting on having many good times in camp.
The roads, now, were not as good as they had been at first, becoming rather rough after leaving the Pitney farm. But Mr. Martin was a good driver and sent the car along at a good pace. He had been over the road some time before, and thought he knew the way. But once, coming to a place where two roads forked, he stopped as if puzzled.
“What’s the matter?” asked his wife. “Don’t you know which way to go?”
“Not exactly,” he answered.
“Why don’t you look at the road book?” suggested Ted.
“Here it is,” offered Jan, for this auto guide was always carried in the car, and now she took it from one of the side pockets.
Mr. Martin turned the pages and looked at the maps, but he shook his head.