"Well, if there's any such thing there as a 'fliskering' blue light
we'll soon find out what it is," said Grandpa Martin.

"How?" asked Ted, his eyes wide open in wonder.

"By going there to see what it is. I'm going to take you two Curlytops
to camp on Star Island, and if there's anything queer there we'll see
what it is."

"Oh, are we really going to live on Star Island?" gasped Janet.

"Camping out with grandpa! Oh, what fun!" cried Ted. "Do you mean it?"
and he looked anxiously at the farmer, fearing there might be some
joke about it.

"Oh, I really mean it," said Grandpa Martin. "Though I hardly believe
you saw a real light on the island. It must have been a firefly."

"Lightning bugs aren't that color," declared Ted, "It was a blue
light, almost like Fourth of July. But tell us about camping,
Grandpa!"

"Yes, please do," begged Jan.

And while the children are eating their late supper, and Grandpa
Martin is telling them his plans, I will stop just a little while to
make my new readers better acquainted with the Curlytops and their
friends.

You have already met Theodore, or Teddy or Ted, Martin, and his sister