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"Look out there, Trouble!"
"Oh, what's the matter?" asked Mother Martin, looking around quickly.
"Trouble nearly jumped out of the boat," explained Grandpa Martin. "I just grabbed him in time."
And so he had, catching Baby William by the seat of his rompers and pulling him back on the seat from which he had quickly sprung up.
"What were you trying to do?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"Trouble want to catch fish," was the little fellow's answer.
"Yes! I guess a fish would catch _you_ first!" laughed Ted.
"I'll sit by him and hold him in," offered Janet, and she remained close to her small brother during the remainder of the trip across the lake.
He did not again try to lean far over as he had done when his grandfather saw him and grabbed him.
"Hurray!" cried Teddy, as he sprang ash.o.r.e. "Now for the camp! Can I help put up the tents, Grandpa?"
"Yes, when it's time. But first we must bring the rest of the things over. We'll finish that first and put up the tents afterward. We have two more boatloads to bring."
"Then can't I help do that?"
"Yes, you may do that," said Grandpa Martin with a smile.
"Can't I come, too?" asked Janet. "I'm almost as strong as Teddy."
"I think you'd better stay and help me look after Trouble," said Mrs.
Martin. "Nora will be busy getting lunch ready for us, which we will eat before the tents are up."
"Oh, then I can help at that!" cried Janet, who was eager to be busy.
"Come on, Nora! Where are the things to eat, Mother? I'm hungry already!"
"So'm I!" cried Ted. "Can't we eat before we go back for the other boatload, Grandpa?"
"Yes, I guess so. You Curlytops can eat while Sam and I unload the boat.
I'll call you Teddy, when I'm ready to go back."
"All right, Grandpa."
The tents were to be put up and camp made a little way up from the sh.o.r.e near the spot at which they had landed. Grandpa Martin took out of the boat the different things he had brought over, and stacked them up on sh.o.r.e. Parts of the tents were there, and things to cook with as well as food to eat. More things would be brought on the next two trips, when another of the hired men was to come over to help put up the tents and make camp.
"Oh, I just know we'll have fun here, camping with grandpa!" laughed Jan, as she picked up her small brother who had slipped and fallen down a little hill, covered with brown pine needles.
"Let's go and look for something," proposed Ted, when he had run about a bit and thrown stones in the lake, watching the water splash up and hundreds of rings chase each other toward sh.o.r.e.
"What'll we look for?" asked Janet, as she took hold of Trouble's hand, so he would not slip down again.
"Oh, anything we can find," went on Ted. "We'll have some fun while we're waiting for grandpa to get out the things to eat."
"I want something to eat!" cried Trouble. "I's hungry!"
"So'm I--a little bit," admitted Jan.
"Maybe we could find a cookie--or something--before they get everything unpacked," suggested Teddy, and this was just what happened. Grandpa Martin had some cookies in a paper bag in his pocket. Grandma Martin had put them there, for she felt sure the children would get hungry before their regular lunch was ready on the island. And she knew how hungry it makes anyone, children especially, to start off on a picnic in the woods or across a lake.
"There you are, Curlytops!" laughed Grandpa Martin, as he pa.s.sed out the mola.s.ses and sugar cookies. "Now don't drop any of them on your toes!"
"Why not?" Ted wanted to know.
"Oh, because it might break them--I mean it might break your cookies,"
and Grandpa Martin laughed again.
"Come now, we'll go and look for things," proposed Ted, as he took a bite of his cookie, something which Jan and Trouble were also doing.
"What'll we look for?" Jan asked again.
"Oh, maybe we can find a cave or a den where a--where a fox lives," he said, rather stumbling over his words.
At first Ted had been going to say that perhaps they would look for a bear's den, but then he happened to remember that even talk of a bear, though of course there were none on Star Island, might scare his little brother and Jan. So he said "fox" instead.
"Is there a fox here?" Jan asked.
"Maybe," said Ted. "Anyhow, let's go off and look."
"Don't go too far!" called Grandpa Martin after them, as he started to unload the boat and get the camp in order. "And don't go too near the edge of the lake. I don't want you to fall in and have your mother blame me."
"No, we won't!" promised Ted. "Come on," he called to his little brother and sister. "Oh, there you go again!" he cried, as he saw Trouble stumble and fall. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"It's these pine needles. They're awfully slippery," answered Janet. "I nearly slipped down myself. Did you hurt yourself, Trouble?" she asked the little fellow.
He did not answer directly, but first looked at the place where he had fallen. He could easily see it, because the pine needles were brushed to one side. Then Baby William tried to turn around and look at the back of his little bloomers.
"No, I isn't hurted," he said.
Janet and Ted laughed.
"I guess maybe he thought he might have broken his leg or something,"
remarked Teddy. "Now come on and don't fall any more, Trouble."
But the little fellow was not quite ready to go on. He stooped over and looked at the ground where he had fallen.
"What's the matter?" asked Janet, who was waiting to lead him on, holding his hand so he would not fall.
"Maybe he lost something," said Teddy. "Has he got any pockets in his bloomers, Jan?"
"No, mother sewed 'em up so he wouldn't put his hands in 'em all the while--and his hands were so dirty they made his bloomers the same way.
He hasn't any pockets."
"Then he couldn't lose anything," decided Ted. He was always losing things from his pockets, so perhaps he ought to know about what he was talking. "What is it, Trouble?" he asked, for the little fellow was still stooping over and looking carefully at the ground near the spot where he had fallen.