One afternoon Mr. Birch, the director, walked over to the Martin family, who were all sitting under a shade tree. The director seemed to have something on his mind.
“Did your children ever act in the movies?” he asked Mr. Martin.
“I don’t believe they ever did,” was the answer.
“Oh, yes, Daddy, I did, once!” cried Ted.
“You did! Where?” asked his mother, for she did not remember any such happening.
“Why, they took pictures of a baseball game in Cresco once,” went on the Curlytop lad. “I was there in the grandstand. They took pictures of the people in the stand and they took mine. I saw myself in the movies afterward.”
“Oh, yes, I do remember that,” said Mrs. Martin. “But that wasn’t really acting.”
“Well, I can give them a chance now, if you’ll let them take it,” said the director. “One of our writers has made a change in this story we are filming, and we need three child characters in it for a short scene. If you’ll let your Curlytops and their little brother take part, it will be a big favor to us.”
“I don’t see any objection,” replied Mr. Martin, as his wife looked at him. “What do you want them to do?”
“I want them to ride on the back of a pony,” explained the movie director. “Mr. Dawson has a very safe pony, and I’d like to have the children shown crossing a meadow where the pony is pastured. They have been after berries, we’ll say. On the way back they want some fun, so they ride on the pony’s back—all three of them. We’ll take pictures of them doing that.”