The Curlytops at Sunset Beach — Howard R. Garis / Howard Roger Garis

“When will it be time to go, Mother?” asked Janet Martin, as she swung to and fro on the front gate. “Pretty soon,” was the answer from Mrs. Martin, who was sitting on the shady porch. “How long is pretty soon?” Ted Martin wanted to know. He was throwing stones at the fence, trying to send them through a knot hole. And it wasn't easy, he found. Though he had tossed many pebbles, not one had Ted sent through the hole.