“Oh, goodie!” cried Janet, when she heard this.
“Hurray!” shouted Ted.
“Will they be any nellifunts?” asked Trouble.
“No. But there are lots of other animals,” his mother said. “But will they keep us here?” she asked her husband. “It’s a delightful place, but with all these movie folk here, will there be room for us?”
“Mr. Birch said so. But we can soon make sure of it,” said the father of the Curlytops.
Mr. Dawson, who owned and ran the big farm, was a jolly kind of man. He was proud of his place, and one reason he consented to let the movie people take scenes of it was so that other persons, all over the country, would see what a fine farm his was.
“They’re going to show a picture of me, too,” said Mr. Dawson to Mr. Martin. “And the name ‘Dawson’s Farm’ is to go in some of the titles. We farmers ought to make the world proud of us, and by showing movies of a big farm like this city folks will think more of the man who tills the soil.”
“I agree with you,” said Mr. Martin. “But what about keeping us here?”
“Plenty of room! Plenty!” laughed Mr. Dawson heartily. “And you say you have two children?”
“Three,” answered their father.