Martin, looking up in surprise.

"Yes, indeed, those same Curlytops!"

It was easy to understand why Grandpa Martin, as well as nearly
everyone else, called the two Martin children Curlytops. It was
because their hair was so tightly curling to their heads. Once Grandma
Martin lost her thimble in the hair of one of the children, and their
locks were curled so nearly alike that she never could remember on
whose head she found the needle-pusher.

"Do you think it will be safe to take Ted and Jan camping?" asked
Mother Martin.

"Why, yes. There's no finer place in the country than Star Island. And
if you go along--"

"Am I to go?" asked Ted's mother.

"Of course. And Trouble, too. It'll do you all good. I wish Dick could
come, too," went on Grandpa Martin, speaking of Ted's father, who had
gone from Cherry Farm for a few days to attend to some matters at a
store he owned in the town of Cresco. "But Dick says he'll be too
busy. So I guess the Curlytops will have to go camping with grandpa,"
added the farmer, smiling.

"Well, I'm sure they couldn't have better fun than to go with you,"
replied Mother Martin. "But I'm not sure that Baby William and I can
go."