“Ted and Janet, they didn’t ’muse me,” remarked Trouble. “An’ Ted, he fell down in the well—he did!”
He remembered this event quite clearly.
“Well, we hope no one falls into the river,” laughed Mrs. Martin, as they said good-day to Doctor Whitney and moved along. A large creek, or a small river, whichever way you looked at it, flowed under the white bridge on the outskirts of Cresco.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” chanted Ted.
“I’d love to watch them take movies,” remarked Janet. “I’ve never seen them do it.”
“I did once, at a baseball game,” stated Ted. “But it didn’t amount to much. This’ll be a lot better.”
As the Curlytops approached the white bridge and the meadow through which flowed the river, they saw others also hurrying to the scene. For Cresco was a small city, or a large town, you might say, and anything like excitement—such as taking moving pictures near it—was sure to draw a throng.
As Mr. Martin drove his car over the bridge and down a lane into the meadow, where many other cars were parked, there was no doubt about what was going on. Moving pictures were certainly being taken there, or “filmed,” to use the right word.
“Oh, look at the cowboys!” cried Ted, for some of the actors were attired in western suits—big hats, “chaps,” or leather breeches, and spurs on their shoes, while some of them carried coils of ropes. “They’re lassoes,” explained Ted.
“Pooh, I knew that!” scoffed Jan.