Martin.
"Me come, too," called Trouble, as he saw his brother and sister
starting off.
"Oh, Mother!" exclaimed Teddy.
"No, you stay with mother," said Mrs. Martin. "I'll give you a nice
drink of milk."
"Don't want milk. I's had milk. Trouble want Ted an' Jan."
"But you can't go with them, my dear. Come on, we'll go and throw
stones into the lake and make-believe it's a great, big ocean!"
Baby William pouted a little at first. He liked to have his own way.
But when he saw what fun his mother was having tossing stones into the
lake and making the water splash up, Trouble did the same, laughing at
the fun he was having.
"Dis a ocean, Momsey?" he asked as he set a little stick afloat,
making believe it was a boat.
"Well, we'll call it an ocean," Mrs. Martin answered. "But this water
is fresh, and that in the ocean is very salty. Some day I'll take you
and my two little Curlytops to the real ocean, and you can taste how
salty the waves are. Now we'll throw some more stones."
Meanwhile Ted and Jan started for a little walk down the path that
went the whole length of Star Island.
"Shall we take Nicknack?" asked Jan.
"No, let's wait until he dries off after his bath," decided Teddy. "I
don't like wet goats."
"Why, Teddy Martin! Nicknack got dried out hours ago!"
"Well, anyway, a goat isn't like a dog.
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