"Well, gypsies and tramps are the same. Grandpa can make the gypsies
get off the island too."

"They--they might take Trouble," faltered Jan in a low voice.

"Who?" asked Ted.

"The gypsies."

"Who take me?" demanded Trouble himself. "Who take me, Jam?"

Sometimes he called his sister Jam instead of Jan.

"Who take me?" he asked, playfully poking his fingers in his sister's
eyes.

"Oh--nobody," she answered quickly, as she took him off her lap and
put him behind her in the cart. She did not want to frighten her
little brother. "Let's hurry home and tell grandpa," Jan said to Ted,
and he nodded his curly head to show that he would do that.

On trotted Nicknack, Trouble being now seated in the back of the wagon
on a cushion, while Ted and Jan were in front.

"Maybe it was tramps making a campfire that we saw last night," went
on Jan after a pause, during which they came nearer to Cherry Farm.

"A campfire blaze isn't blue," declared Ted.