"Why not!" asked Janet, her eyes opening wide in surprise.

"Well, I'll tell you why," went on the farmer. "I was over on Star
Island fishing the other day, and I saw a couple of tramps, or maybe
gypsies, there. I didn't like the looks of the men, and that's why I
wouldn't go there camping if I were you or your grandpa," and the
farmer shook his head again as he unhitched his team of horses.




CHAPTER III

OFF TO STAR ISLAND


"Oh Ted!" exclaimed Janet, as she drove home in the goat-wagon with
her brother and Baby William, "do you s'pose we can't go camping with
grandpa?"

"Why can't we?" demanded Teddy.

"'Cause of what that farmer said."

"Oh, well, I guess grandpa won't be 'fraid of tramps on the island.
It's part his, anyhow, and he can make 'em get off."

"Yes, he could do that," agreed Janet, after thinking the matter over.
"But if they were gypsies?"