"
"Yes, they do need salting. Nora, bring the salt please."
"There isn't any, except what I used when I was cooking--a little I
had in a salt-shaker."
"Oh, yes, there must be. I brought a whole bagful. I saw it when I
unpacked some of the things. There was a sack of salt."
"Well, it isn't here now," said Nora, as she looked among her kitchen
things.
"Has anyone seen the bag of salt?" asked Mrs. Martin.
She looked at Ted and Jan, who shook their heads. Then Trouble's
mother looked at him. He was busy with a piece of bread and jam. One
could have told Trouble had been eating bread and jam just by looking
at his mouth and face.
"Did you see the salt. Trouble?" asked his mother.
"Iss, I did," he answered, taking another bite.
"Where is it?"
"In de water," he replied. "I puts it in de water."
"You put the salt in the water? What water? Tell mother, Trouble."
"I puts salt in de lake water to make him 'ike ocean. Trouble 'ike
ocean. Come on, I show!" and, getting down out of his chair, he
toddled toward a little cove near the camp. The others, following him,
saw something white on the ground near the edge of the lake. Grandpa
Martin touched it with his finger and tasted.
"The little tyke did empty the whole bag of salt in the lake!" cried
the farmer. "Fancy his trying to make it like the ocean! Ho! Ho!"
"Oh, Trouble!" cried Mrs.
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