"But we're not afraid of tramps, are we, Curlytops?" he cried, as he
caught Baby William up in his arms and set him on his broad shoulder.
"We don't mind them, do we, Trouble?"

"We frow water on 'em!" said Baby William, laughing with delight as
his grandfather made-believe bite some "souse" off his ears.

"That's what we will! No tramps for us on Star Island!"

"When are we going?" asked Ted excitedly.

"Yes, when?" echoed Jan.

"In a few days now. I've got to get out the tents and other things.
We'll go the first of the week I think."

Ted and Jan could hardly wait for the time to come. They helped as
much as they could when Grandpa Martin got the tents out of the barn,
and they wanted to take so many of their toys and playthings along
that there would have been no room in the boat for anything else if
they had had their way.

But Mother Martin thinned out their collection of treasures, allowing
them to take only what she thought would give them the most pleasure.
Boxes of food were packed, and a little stove made ready to take
along, for although a campfire looks nice it is hard to cook over.

Trouble got into all sorts of mischief, from almost falling out of the
haymow once, to losing the bucket down the well by letting the chain