"Oh, I just know we'll have fun here, camping with grandpa!" laughed
Jan, as she picked up her small brother who had slipped and fallen
down a little hill, covered with brown pine needles.
"Let's go and look for something," proposed Ted, when he had run about
a bit and thrown stones in the lake, watching the water splash up and
hundreds of rings chase each other toward shore.
"What'll we look for?" asked Janet, as she took hold of Trouble's
hand, so he would not slip down again.
"Oh, anything we can find," went on Ted. "We'll have some fun while
we're waiting for grandpa to get out the things to eat."
"I want something to eat!" cried Trouble. "I's hungry!"
"So'm I--a little bit," admitted Jan.
"Maybe we could find a cookie--or something--before they get
everything unpacked," suggested Teddy, and this was just what
happened. Grandpa Martin had some cookies in a paper bag in his
pocket. Grandma Martin had put them there, for she felt sure the
children would get hungry before their regular lunch was ready on the
island. And she knew how hungry it makes anyone, children especially,
to start off on a picnic in the woods or across a lake.
"There you are, Curlytops!" laughed Grandpa Martin, as he passed out
the molasses and sugar cookies. "Now don't drop any of them on your
toes!"
"Why not?" Ted wanted to know.
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