The doctor brought his car to a halt near that of the Curlytops, and waved his hand to the children after he had raised his hat to Mrs. Martin.
“Drowning at the white bridge?” he asked. “No, nothing like that. Though there may be if they keep on. There’s a big crowd there and some of the youngsters may fall in.”
“What’s going on?” asked Mrs. Martin.
“Is it a circus?” Trouble asked. “I’d like to see a nellifunt!”
“Yes, you saw one once!” laughed his mother.
“No, it isn’t a circus, though the kids are having almost as much fun as if there was one,” chuckled the doctor. “And the men are having as much trouble trying to keep the boys and girls back as though there were two circuses.”
“Sounds rather interesting!” laughed Mr. Martin. “But I’m glad no one is drowned—that’s what fat little Jack suggested.”
“What in the world is it?” asked Mrs. Martin, and Ted and Janet listened eagerly to the answer of the physician, for they could not imagine what was happening at the white bridge.
“It’s moving pictures,” the doctor replied.
“Moving pictures!” cried the Curlytops together, just as twins might have done. But Ted and Janet were not twins, though they were born on the same day of the year. Ted was exactly a year ahead of his sister.