aby William. "I's a bad bear! Burr-r-r-r!" and
he growled again.

"Oh, you mustn't do that!" objected Janet. "We don't want any bears in
our camp!"

"Course we can have 'em!" cried Ted. "That'll be fun! We'll play Trouble
is a bear 'stead of a dog, and I can hunt him. Only I ought to have
something for a gun. I know! I'll get grandpa's Sunday cane!" and he
started for the hall.

"Oh, no. I don't want to play bear and hunting!" objected Janet.

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's too--too--scary at night. Let's play something nice and
quiet. Let Trouble be our watch dog, and we can be in camp and he can
bark and scare something."

"What'll he scare?" asked Ted.

Meanwhile Baby William was crawling as far back under the couch as he
could, growling away, though whether he was pretending to be a bear, a
lion or only a dog no one knew but himself.

"What do you want him to scare?" asked Ted of his sister.

"Oh--oh--well, chickens, maybe!" she answered.

"Pooh! Chickens aren't any fun!" cried Ted. "If Trouble is going to be a
dog let him scare a wild bull, or something like that. Anyhow chickens
don't come to camp."

"Well, neither does wild bulls!" declared Janet.

"Yes, they do!" cried Ted, and it seemed as if there would be so much
talk that the children would never get to playing anything. "Don't you
'member how daddy told us about going camping, and in the night a wild
bull almost knocked down the tent."

"Well, that was real, but this is only make-believe," said Janet. "Let
Trouble scare the chickens."

"All right," agreed Ted, who was nearly always kind to his sister. "Go
on and growl, Trouble. You're a dog and you're going to scare the
chickens out of camp."

They waited a minute but Trouble did not growl.

"Why don't you make a noise?" asked Janet.

Trouble gave a grunt.

"What's the matter?" asked Ted.

"I--I can't growl 'cause I'm all stuck under here," answered the voice
of the little fellow, from far under the couch. "I can't wiggle!"

"Oh, dear!" cried Janet.

Teddy stooped and looked beneath the couch.

"He's caught on some of the springs that stick down," he said. "I'll
poke him out."

He caught hold of Trouble's clothes and pulled the little fellow loose.
But Trouble cried--perhaps because he was sleepy--and then his mother
came and got him, leaving Teddy and Janet to play by themselves, which
they did until they, too, began to feel sleepy.

"You'll want to go to bed earlier than this wh