“No, I hardly think a thing like that will happen the second time,” said Mr. Martin, with a laugh. “It was only by accident that the turtle got tangled in our anchor rope.”
Then they made ready to spend the night on board the Pine Tree. The anchor was let down but a short distance from shore, the boat being close to the bank so they could all reach dry land by crossing a small gangplank which Mr. Martin ran out.
When the boat had been made fast, the Curlytops and Trouble went ashore, leaving their mother and father to get supper, for Mr. Martin was helping his wife.
“Don’t go too far, children,” called Mrs. Martin to the three who were wandering along the shore of Crystal Lake.
“We’ll soon be back,” promised Janet.
“I’m going to see if I can find any apples,” said Teddy.
“You’ll hardly find any apple orchards around here,” said his father.
But the Curlytop boy did. He was walking along ahead of his sister and small brother when he suddenly saw a group of trees in a green field, and a second look told Ted they were apple trees.
“Come on,” he cried. “Let’s see if any of the apples are ripe.”
“Maybe we’d better not,” said Janet. “Whoever owns these apples wouldn’t like us to take any.”