“No, this is the only one, and this is out of order. I’m sorry!”
“I’m sorry, too,” Mr. Martin answered. “I’d like to get a message through to Dawson’s Farm, so Mr. Portnay won’t again leave and take my box with him.”
However, there was nothing to do but to hurry on to the farm as fast as they could go. The postmaster explained that the place was a real farm, not one for moving picture purposes, though scenes were frequently filmed there, as many farm animals were ready to be photographed as a background for the actors and actresses.
“It’s just like a game, isn’t it, Daddy?” said Teddy.
“Like hide-and-seek,” added Janet, giggling.
“Maybe,” agreed Mr. Martin. “But I don’t like playing the game very much.”
Down off Cub Mountain drove Mr. Martin with his auto load of family, and after rather a bumpy trip over rough roads he turned onto a firm, smooth highway and soon they read a sign which said it was but one mile to Dawson’s Farm.
“There it is!” cried Ted, a few minutes later, as they made a turn in the road. Before them lay the big farm and buildings spoken of by the Cub Mountain postmaster. And, as the Martins drew nearer, Janet cried:
“I see the movie people! There they are!”
She pointed to a number of persons, some on horses and others on foot, who were, undoubtedly, some of the same ones they had watched in the green meadow.