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?"
"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.
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