top of the tent where you are. You can't go to sleep on _top_ of a
tent. You might fall off."

"I can fall off now!" announced Trouble, as he suddenly thought of
something. Then he gave a wiggle and rolled off the seat, bumping into
Ted, who had stooped down to put a rug under the couch-tent.

"Ouch!" cried Ted. "Look out what you're doing, Trouble! You bumped my
head."

"I--I bumped _my_ head!" exclaimed the little fellow, rubbing his
tangled hair.

"He didn't mean to," said Janet. "You mustn't roll off that way,
Trouble. You might be hurt. Come now, go to sleep under the couch.
That's inside the tent you know."

She showed him where Ted had spread the rug, as far back under the
couch as he could reach, and this looked to Trouble like a nice place.

"I go to sleeps in there!" he said, and under the couch he crawled,
growling and grunting.

"What are you doing that for?" asked Ted, in some surprise.

"I's a bear!" exclaimed Baby William. "I's a bad bear! Burr-r-r-r!"
and he growled again.

"Oh, you mustn't do that!" objected Janet. "We don't want any bears in
our camp!"