“I guess that’s right,” agreed Ted. “I tried to climb out, but it was hard work.”
“He was like ‘ding-dong bell, pussy in the well,’ wasn’t he, Mother?” laughed Trouble, as he stumbled along beside his father.
“Yes, and daddy was Big Johnnie Stout who got Teddy out!” added Janet. “But what’s the good news?” she asked. “You said you had good news, Daddy.”
“It’s about our summer vacation,” replied Mr. Martin. “You know, my dear,” he went on, turning to his wife, “we haven’t been able to make any plans for the vacation, because I didn’t know how matters were going at the store. Well, I have just found out that I can get away next week, and be gone for a month, so I hurried home to let you know. We shall have a fine vacation this season!”
“Where are we going?” asked Ted, brushing some of the well dirt from his clothes.
“To the seashore?” asked Janet.
“No, we aren’t going any special place,” her father replied.
“Oh, I thought you said we were going to have a fine vacation!” objected Ted.
“So I did, and so we are. But we aren’t going to any special place. What do you say to touring around—going from place to place in our auto, and perhaps taking a trip in a motor boat? How would my Curlytops like that?” and Mr. Martin ruffled first the hair of Janet and then that of Teddy.
“I think that will be lots of fun!” cried Janet.