“I thought that was it,” replied her mother. “It was quite an adventure for you, but don’t think any more about it.”
And Janet tried not to.
“I’m sorry to see you folks go,” Mr. Dawson said to Mr. Martin, when the Curlytop family was at breakfast. “The old farm will be a lonesome place with you and the movie people leaving. The last of them will go to-day, too.”
“We have enjoyed it here,” said Mrs. Martin.
“We’ll come back again,” promised Trouble, as he finished the last of his boiled egg and drank the glass of milk. “I like it here a lot.”
“I’m glad you do, my dear,” said motherly Mrs. Dawson.
The big touring car was brought around to the side porch, and into it the Martin family baggage was piled. Mr. Martin made sure that the box Mr. Portnay had sent from New York was in a safe place.
“I hope nothing more happens to that box before I deliver it to Mr. Cardwell in Bentville,” said Ted’s father, with a sigh of relief as he put the small chest under some robes. “If I had known all the anxiety it was going to give us, I’d never have promised to deliver it for my neighbor,” he told Mr. Dawson.
“Well, when you have a lot of worry it’s best to get it over with,” said the farmer. “Be sure and stop off to see us when you come this way again.”
“We will,” promised Mrs. Martin.