"Yes, they do!" cried Ted, and it seemed as if there would be so much
talk that the children would never get to playing anything. "Don't you
'member how daddy told us about going camping, and in the night a wild
bull almost knocked down the tent."

"Well, that was real, but this is only make-believe," said Janet. "Let
Trouble scare the chickens."

"All right," agreed Ted, who was nearly always kind to his sister. "Go
on and growl, Trouble. You're a dog and you're going to scare the
chickens out of camp."

They waited a minute but Trouble did not growl.

"Why don't you make a noise?" asked Janet.

Trouble gave a grunt.

"What's the matter?" asked Ted.

"I--I can't growl 'cause I'm all stuck under here," answered the voice
of the little fellow, from far under the couch. "I can't wiggle!"

"Oh, dear!" cried Janet.

Teddy stooped and looked beneath the couch.

"He's caught on some of the springs that stick down," he said. "I'll
poke him out."