He was held
fast by his horns and he was kicking his heels up in the air, trying
to get loose."
"Did you get him out?" asked Jan.
"Yes, I pried the trees apart and got his head loose. Then he was all
right. I tied him good and tight in his stable, and I guess he won't
bother us again to-night."
"Then it wasn't a bear after all," remarked Jan, laughing at her
brother.
"No, indeed! There aren't any bears on this island," said her
grandfather. "Go to sleep."
Nothing else happened the rest of the night, and they all slept rather
late the next morning, for they were tired from the work of the day
before. The sun was shining over Clover Lake when Nora rang the
breakfast bell, and Ted and Jan hurried with their dressing, for they
were eager to be at their play.
"What'll we do to-day?" asked Janet, as she tried to get a comb
through her thick, curly hair.
"We'll go for a ride with Nicknack," decided Ted, who was also having
a hard time with his locks. "Oh, I wish I was a barber!" he cried, as
the comb stuck in a bunch of curls.
"Why?" asked his mother, who was giving Trouble his breakfast.
"'Cause then I'd cut my own hair short, and I'd never have to comb
it."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to see you without your curls," Mother Martin
said. "Here, I'll help you as soon as I feed Trouble."
Trouble could feed himself when his plate had been set in front of
him, and while he was eating Mrs.
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