"Trouble want do that!" declared the little fellow.
"No, Trouble mustn't do that," said his mother. "Grandpa isn't
splashing the water. He's rowing. Sit still and watch him."
Baby William did sit still for a little while, but not for very long.
His mother held to the loose part of his blue and white rompers so he
would not get far away, but, after a bit, she rather forgot about him,
in talking to Ted and Jan about what they were to do and not to do in
camp.
Suddenly grandpa, who had been rowing slowly toward Star Island,
dropped his oars and cried:
"Look out there, Trouble!"
"Oh, what's the matter?" asked Mother Martin, looking around quickly.
"Trouble nearly jumped out of the boat," explained Grandpa Martin. "I
just grabbed him in time."
And so he had, catching Baby William by the seat of his rompers and
pulling him back on the seat from which he had quickly sprung up.
"What were you trying to do?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"Trouble want to catch fish," was the little fellow's answer.
"Yes! I guess a fish would catch _you_ first!" laughed Ted.
"I'll sit by him and hold him in," offered Janet, and she remained
close to her small brother during the remainder of the trip across the
lake. He did not again try to lean far over as he had done when his
grandfather saw him and grabbed him.
"Hurray!" cried Teddy, as he sprang ashore.
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