"Ouch!" cried Ted. "Look out what you're doing, Trouble! You bumped my
head."
"I--I bumped _my_ head!" exclaimed the little fellow, rubbing his
tangled hair.
"He didn't mean to," said Janet. "You mustn't roll off that way,
Trouble. You might be hurt. Come now, go to sleep under the couch.
That's inside the tent you know."
She showed him where Ted had spread the rug, as far back under the
couch as he could reach, and this looked to Trouble like a nice place.
"I go to sleeps in there!" he said, and under the couch he crawled,
growling and grunting.
"What are you doing that for?" asked Ted, in some surprise.
"I's a bear!" exclaimed Baby William. "I's a bad bear! Burr-r-r-r!"
and he growled again.
"Oh, you mustn't do that!" objected Janet. "We don't want any bears in
our camp!"
"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.
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