t goats."

"Why, Teddy Martin! Nicknack got dried out hours ago!"

"Well, anyway, a goat isn't like a dog. We don't want a goat along when
we are going out walking."

So Nicknack was left to nibble the grass, while the Curlytops wandered
on and on. Grandpa and the hired men, having finished putting up the
tents, were getting the stove ready so Nora could get supper.

"What are you looking for?" asked Jan when she noticed that her brother
walked along as if searching for something. "Are you trying to see if
any tramps or gypsies are here on the island?"

"No. I was thinking maybe I could find that fallen star."

"But didn't grandpa say it all melted up?"

"Maybe a piece of it's left," went on Ted. This was the second time that
he had spoken of the star that day. "If I can't find a chunk of it,
maybe I can find the hole it made when it hit," he added. "I'd like to
find that. Maybe it would be bigger than the one I dug when I thought I
could go all the way through to China."

"Yes. The time Skyrocket fell in!" laughed Jan. "'Member that, Teddy?"

"I guess I do! Daddy had to go out in the night and bring him in. Come
on, let's look for the hole the shooting star made."

"All right."

The two Curlytops walked on over the island, looking here and there for
star-holes. They found a number of deep places, but after looking at
them, and poking sticks down into them, Ted decided that none of them
had ever held a shooting star.

"Maybe bears made them," half whispered Jan.

"There aren't any bears on this island!" Teddy declared.

"I hope not," murmured his sister, as she looked over her shoulder and
then kept close to her brother during the rest of the walk.

Pretty soon the children heard their mother's voice calling them. They
could hear very plainly, for the air was clear.

"I guess supper is ready," said Janet.

"I hope it is!" sighed Ted. "I'm awful hungry!"

Supper was ready, smoking hot on the table in the dining-tent, when Ted
and Jan reached the camp grandpa had made.

"Oh, how good it smells!" cried Ted.

"And how nice the white tents look under the green trees," added his
sister. "I just love it here!"

"It is the nicest place we have yet been for the summer vacation," said
Mother Martin. "This and Cherry Farm are two lovely places."

They sat down under the tent and began to eat. Nora had gotten up a fine
supper, for a regular cook stove had been brought along, and it was
almost like eating