" called Mother Martin, as the Curlytops'
grandfather and his man pulled on the oars that sent the boat out toward
the middle of the lake. "Don't move about."

"I wants to splash water."

"Oh, no, you mustn't do that! Splashing water isn't nice," said Baby
William's mother.

"'Ike drandpa does," Trouble went on, pointing to the oars which the
farmer was moving to and fro. Now and then a little wave hit the broad
blades and splashed little drops into the boat.

"Trouble want do that!" declared the little fellow.

"No, Trouble mustn't do that," said his mother. "Grandpa isn't splashing
the water. He's rowing. Sit still and watch him."

Baby William did sit still for a little while, but not for very long.
His mother held to the loose part of his blue and white rompers so he
would not get far away, but, after a bit, she rather forgot about him,
in talking to Ted and Jan about what they were to do and not to do in
camp.

Suddenly grandpa, who had been rowing slowly toward Star Island, dropped
his oars and cried:

"Look out there, Trouble!"

"Oh, what's the matter?" asked Mother Martin, looking around quickly.

"Trouble nearly jumped out of the boat," explained Grandpa Martin. "I
just grabbed him in time."

And so he had, catching Baby William by the seat of his rompers and
pulling him back on the seat from which he had quickly sprung up.

"What were you trying to do?" asked Mrs. Martin.

"Trouble want to catch fish," was the little fellow's answer.

"Yes! I guess a fish would catch _you_ first!" laughed Ted.

"I'll sit by him and hold him in," offered Janet, and she remained close
to her small brother during the remainder of the trip across the lake.
He did not again try to lean far over as he had done when his
grandfather saw him and grabbed him.

"Hurray!" cried Teddy, as he sprang ashore. "Now for the camp! Can I
help put up the tents, Grandpa?"

"Yes, when it's time. But first we must bring the rest of the things
over. We'll finish that first and put up the tents afterward. We have
two more boatloads to bring."

"Then can't I help do that?"

"Yes, you may do that," said Grandpa Martin with a smile.

"Can't I come, too?" asked Janet. "I'm almost as strong as Teddy."

"I think you'd better stay and help me look after Trouble," said Mrs.
Martin. "Nora will be busy getting lunch ready for us, which we will eat
before the tents are up."

"Oh, then I can help at that!" cried Janet, who was eager to