The Martin family spent the next few days in the lumber camp, watching pictures being made of Mr. Portnay in his false hair and beard, which completely changed his appearance. But the making of these pictures was not as interesting as the taking of those with the cowboys and bears in them.
“Well,” announced Mr. Martin, a few days later, when Mr. Portnay had packed his belongings and gone to join his moving picture company, “I think we had better resume our tour. The new wheel has arrived for the auto, and we’ll go on in that.”
“Whatever you do, be sure that you have the old albums in the right box,” cautioned Mrs. Martin.
“I’ll not let them out of my sight again until I deliver them to Mr. Cardwell,” declared Mr. Martin.
About a week later, after a jolly trip and some adventures, the touring party reached Bentville and called on Mr. Cardwell.
“I’m glad to see you,” said Reuben, the brother of James Cardwell, who had sent the albums. “I had a letter from Jim, and he told me you were bringing these. But I was beginning to think you were lost.”
“The albums nearly were—more than once,” said Mr. Martin. “But I’m glad you now have them.”
“So am I,” said the old man. “We think a great deal of these pictures,” and he looked lovingly at the photographs of the twins and of the sailor boy, lost at sea.
So the summer tour of the Curlytops came to a successful end. They remained for a time in Bentville, and then started back home, reaching there safely after some jolly adventures.
“It was the best summer we ever had,” declared Janet.