“We’ll find him at the hotel in Midvale and get the albums back,” said his wife.
“I hope so,” her husband answered.
They were now on their way again. Since Mr. Martin had made no special plans for their touring vacation, he and his wife decided that it would be as well to stop in Midvale for the night, and go on in the morning, as it would be to try to reach some more distant place.
“Will we sleep in the tent at Midvale?” asked Ted, when signs along the road showed the Curlytops that they were entering that small city.
“No, I think we’ll go to the hotel,” replied Mr. Martin. “We have to stop at the hotel, anyhow, to catch this movie actor, so we may as well stay all night.”
“It would be more fun in the tent,” urged Ted.
“Heaps more fun,” agreed his sister.
“Oh, we’ll have enough of tent life before we finish this tour, children,” laughed Mrs. Martin.
They reached the Midvale hotel about five o’clock that afternoon. Mr. Martin told his family to remain in the car until he went in to make sure they could get rooms. He came out a little later and there was a look of disappointment on his face.
“Can’t they take us in for the night?” asked his wife.