whistle
through the hole in her back!" wailed Jan, ready to cry.

"There's no fish here, only baby ones; and they can't bite," Ted
answered. "But I'll get her for you, Jan."

He waded out, set his ship upright again, and brought his sister's doll
to shore. Nancy--which was the doll's name--did not seem to have been
hurt by falling into the lake. Her painted smile was the same as ever.

"I guess I'll dress her now so she won't get cold after her bath," said
Jan, who sometimes acted as though her dolls were really alive. She
liked her playthings very much indeed.

While his sister went back to the tent with her doll Ted sailed his
boat. Then Trouble came down to the edge of the little cove, and began
to take off his shoes and stockings to go wading as Ted was doing. Ted
was not sure whether or not his mother wanted Baby William to do this,
so he decided to run up to the camp to ask.

"Don't go in the water until I come back, Trouble," Ted ordered his
little brother.

But the sight of the cool, sparkling water was too much for Baby
William.

Off came his shoes and stockings without waiting for Ted to come back to
say whether or not Mother Martin would let him go splashing in the
water. Into the lake Baby William went. And he was not careful about
getting wet, either, so that when Ted came back with his mother, who
wanted to make sure that her baby boy was all right, they saw him out in
the middle of the cove with Ted's boat. And the water was half way up to
Trouble's waist, the lower part of his bloomers being soaked.

"Oh, you dear bunch of Trouble!" cried his mother. "You mustn't do
that!"

"Havin' fun!" was all Trouble said.

"Come here!" cried Mrs. Martin.

"Wait till I sail boat," and he pushed Ted's toy about in the cove,
splashing more water on himself.

"I guess you'll have to get him," said Mrs. Martin to Teddy, who half
dragged, half led his little brother to shore. Trouble got wetter than
ever during this, and his mother had to take him back to the tent to put
dry things on him.

"Trouble," she said, "you are a bad little boy. I'll have to keep you in
camp the rest of the day now. After this you must not go in wading until
I say you may. If you had had your bathing suit on it would have been
all right. Now you must be punished."

Trouble cried and struggled, but it was of no use. When Mother Martin
said a thing must be done it was done, and Trouble could not play in the
water again that day.