“I didn’t know they were showing movies in the meadow,” said Mr. Martin.
“They aren’t showing moving pictures,” replied Doctor Whitney. “They’re taking them.”
“Taking movies!” gasped Ted. “Oh, I want to see that!”
“Real moving pictures?” Janet wanted to know.
“I guess they’re real enough,” answered the doctor. “I don’t know much about such things, but there is a company of men and women down in the meadow, posing around on the bridge and on boats in the river. They’re all painted up—I mean their faces—and they are wearing fancy clothes. A lot of men with megaphones are shouting directions, and other men are grinding away at the cranks of moving picture machines. So I guess it’s real enough.”
“Oh, Daddy, please take us there!” begged the Curlytops.
“Shall we go, Mother?” asked Mr. Martin of his wife.
“Yes, I would like to see it,” she answered. “And I’m sure the children would be amused.”
“Oh, say, I guess we would!” murmured Janet.
“Come on, Dad! Step on it!” cried Ted, meaning for his father to press on the gasoline accelerator of the car and move the machine faster.