he remembered.

"I don't know anything about a blue light," the farmer answered. "But if
I were your grandfather I wouldn't take you there camping," and the man
again shook his head.

"Why not?" asked Janet, her eyes opening wide in surprise.

"Well, I'll tell you why," went on the farmer. "I was over on Star
Island fishing the other day, and I saw a couple of tramps, or maybe
gypsies, there. I didn't like the looks of the men, and that's why I
wouldn't go there camping if I were you or your grandpa," and the farmer
shook his head again as he unhitched his team of horses.

CHAPTER III

OFF TO STAR ISLAND

"Oh Ted!" exclaimed Janet, as she drove home in the goat-wagon with her
brother and Baby William, "do you s'pose we can't go camping with
grandpa?"

"Why can't we?" demanded Teddy.

"'Cause of what that farmer said."

"Oh, well, I guess grandpa won't be 'fraid of tramps on the island. It's
part his, anyhow, and he can make 'em get off."

"Yes, he could do that," agreed Janet, after thinking the matter over.
"But if they were gypsies?"

"Well, gypsies and tramps are the same. Grandpa can make the gypsies get
off the island too."

"They--they might take Trouble," faltered Jan in a low voice.

"Who?" asked Ted.

"The gypsies."

"Who take me?" demanded Trouble himself. "Who take me, Jam?"

Sometimes he called his sister Jam instead of Jan.

"Who take me?" he asked, playfully poking his fingers in his sister's
eyes.

"Oh--nobody," she answered quickly, as she took him off her lap and put
him behind her in the cart. She did not want to frighten her little
brother. "Let's hurry home and tell grandpa," Jan said to Ted, and he
nodded his curly head to show that he would do that.

On trotted Nicknack, Trouble being now seated in the back of the wagon
on a cushion, while Ted and Jan were in front.

"Maybe it was tramps making a campfire that we saw last night," went on
Jan after a pause, during which they came nearer to Cherry Farm.

"A campfire blaze isn't blue," declared Ted.

"Well, maybe this is a new kind."

Ted shook his head until his curls waggled.

"I don't b'lieve so," he said.

"Bang! There, me shoot you!" suddenly cried Trouble, and Ted and Jan
heard something fall with a thud on the ground behind them.

"Whoa, there!" cried Ted to Nicknack. "What are you shootin', Trouble
baby?" he asked, turning to look at his little brother.

"Me shoot a bunny rabbit," was the answer.