"Course we can have 'em!" cried Ted. "That'll be fun! We'll play
Trouble is a bear 'stead of a dog, and I can hunt him. Only I ought to
have something for a gun. I know! I'll get grandpa's Sunday cane!" and
he started for the hall.

"Oh, no. I don't want to play bear and hunting!" objected Janet.

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's too--too--scary at night. Let's play something nice and
quiet. Let Trouble be our watch dog, and we can be in camp and he can
bark and scare something."

"What'll he scare?" asked Ted.

Meanwhile Baby William was crawling as far back under the couch as he
could, growling away, though whether he was pretending to be a bear, a
lion or only a dog no one knew but himself.

"What do you want him to scare?" asked Ted of his sister.

"Oh--oh--well, chickens, maybe!" she answered.

"Pooh! Chickens aren't any fun!" cried Ted. "If Trouble is going to be
a dog let him scare a wild bull, or something like that. Anyhow
chickens don't come to camp."

"Well, neither does wild bulls!" declared Janet.