Ted and Janet did, with the result that they pointed out several more or less good spots for a night camp. There were objections to most of these, however. But at last Mrs. Martin spied what seemed to all of them to be a delightful place. It was in a meadow, on the edge of a clump of woods, and there was a spring of water near by. It is always wise to camp near water.
“This seems all right,” agreed Mr. Martin, as he drove the auto into the glade. “And there aren’t any neighbors.”
He spoke truly, for there was not a house in sight. It was a beautiful spot, very quiet and restful.
“Not even a cow,” said Janet.
Ted helped his father get the portable tent out and attach it to the sides of the car while Mrs. Martin prepared the evening meal. There were folding cots which, when spread out, made comfortable little beds.
It was arranged that Trouble and Janet would sleep on the seats of the auto, with the side curtains put up so they would be snug and comfortable. And on cots, under the extended tent, Ted, his mother and his father would pass the night.
Supper was eaten with keen appetites, and then the Martin family sat about in the beautiful evening glow, singing songs and telling stories. They saw no signs of life, no near-by farmers happened along, and not so much as one car passed up or down the road.
The frogs in a distant pond began to croak as night fell, and pretty soon Mrs. Martin noticed that Trouble’s eyes were closing.
“Bedtime!” she announced, and though Ted and Janet declared they weren’t a bit sleepy, their parents said they had better “turn in.”
“We’ll get an early start in the morning,” said Mr. Martin.