"No, Trouble! Come back!" ordered his mother. "I guess he wants to dip
up some salt water for you," she said laughingly to the children's
grandfather, "but he'd be more likely to fall in himself."
She caught Trouble up in her arms and kissed him, and then Nora
managed to find a little salt in the bottom of the shaker, so Grandpa
Martin had some on his potatoes after all. But Trouble was told he
must never again do anything like that.
He promised, of course, but Jan said: "He'll do something else, just
as bad."
"I guess he will," laughed Teddy.
Supper over, Mr. Martin took his two men over to the mainland. On his
return they all gathered about a little campfire grandpa made in front
of the sleeping tent. The cot beds had been set up, and a mosquito
netting was hung at the "front door" of the white canvas house, though
really there was no door, just two flaps of the tent that could be
tied together. But the netting kept out the bugs. Fortunately there
were no mosquitoes, though all sorts of moths, snapping bugs and other
flying things came around whenever a lantern was lighted.
"Tell us a story, Grandpa!" begged Janet, when they had finished
talking about the many things that had happened during the first day
in camp.
"Tell us about the shooting star that fell on this island," begged
Teddy.
"Tell us about de twamps!" exclaimed Trouble, who ought to have been
asleep, but who had begged to stay up a little longer than usual.
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