be busy.
"Come on, Nora! Where are the things to eat, Mother? I'm hungry
already!"

"So'm I!" cried Ted. "Can't we eat before we go back for the other
boatload, Grandpa?"

"Yes, I guess so. You Curlytops can eat while Sam and I unload the boat.
I'll call you Teddy, when I'm ready to go back."

"All right, Grandpa."

The tents were to be put up and camp made a little way up from the shore
near the spot at which they had landed. Grandpa Martin took out of the
boat the different things he had brought over, and stacked them up on
shore. Parts of the tents were there, and things to cook with as well as
food to eat. More things would be brought on the next two trips, when
another of the hired men was to come over to help put up the tents and
make camp.

"Oh, I just know we'll have fun here, camping with grandpa!" laughed
Jan, as she picked up her small brother who had slipped and fallen down
a little hill, covered with brown pine needles.

"Let's go and look for something," proposed Ted, when he had run about a
bit and thrown stones in the lake, watching the water splash up and
hundreds of rings chase each other toward shore.

"What'll we look for?" asked Janet, as she took hold of Trouble's hand,
so he would not slip down again.

"Oh, anything we can find," went on Ted. "We'll have some fun while
we're waiting for grandpa to get out the things to eat."

"I want something to eat!" cried Trouble. "I's hungry!"

"So'm I--a little bit," admitted Jan.

"Maybe we could find a cookie--or something--before they get everything
unpacked," suggested Teddy, and this was just what happened. Grandpa
Martin had some cookies in a paper bag in his pocket. Grandma Martin had
put them there, for she felt sure the children would get hungry before
their regular lunch was ready on the island. And she knew how hungry it
makes anyone, children especially, to start off on a picnic in the woods
or across a lake.

"There you are, Curlytops!" laughed Grandpa Martin, as he passed out the
molasses and sugar cookies. "Now don't drop any of them on your toes!"

"Why not?" Ted wanted to know.

"Oh, because it might break them--I mean it might break your cookies,"
and Grandpa Martin laughed again.

"Come now, we'll go and look for things," proposed Ted, as he took a
bite of his cookie, something which Jan and Trouble were also doing.

"What'll we look for?" Jan asked again.

"Oh, maybe we can find a cave or a den where a--where a fox li