water," said Trouble's mother. "He liked to hear me talk about
the ocean, and I guess he must have been thinking about it more than I
had any idea of.

"He must have tasted the water of the lake, and found it wasn't salty,
and then he thought that, to make an ocean and big waves out of a lake,
all he had to do was to put in the salt. I'm sorry, Father."

"Oh, that's all right," laughed Grandpa Martin. "I guess I can get along
without any more salt."

"Trouble sorry, too," said the little fellow, when he understood that he
had done something wrong. "Me get salt water for you," and he started
toward the place where he had emptied the bag into the water, carrying a
spoon from the table.

"No, Trouble! Come back!" ordered his mother. "I guess he wants to dip
up some salt water for you," she said laughingly to the children's
grandfather, "but he'd be more likely to fall in himself."

She caught Trouble up in her arms and kissed him, and then Nora managed
to find a little salt in the bottom of the shaker, so Grandpa Martin had
some on his potatoes after all. But Trouble was told he must never again
do anything like that.

He promised, of course, but Jan said:

"He'll do something else, just as bad."

"I guess he will," laughed Teddy.

Supper over, Mr. Martin took his two men over to the mainland. On his
return they all gathered about a little campfire grandpa made in front
of the sleeping tent. The cot beds had been set up, and a mosquito
netting was hung at the "front door" of the white canvas house, though
really there was no door, just two flaps of the tent that could be tied
together. But the netting kept out the bugs. Fortunately there were no
mosquitoes, though all sorts of moths, snapping bugs and other flying
things came around whenever a lantern was lighted.

"Tell us a story, Grandpa!" begged Janet, when they had finished talking
about the many things that had happened during the first day in camp.

"Tell us about the shooting star that fell on this island," begged
Teddy.

"Tell us about de twamps!" exclaimed Trouble, who ought to have been
asleep, but who had begged to stay up a little longer than usual.

"I don't know anything about the tramps," laughed grandpa, "and I don't
believe there are any on the island, though it is a large one, and it
will take two or three days for us to walk all about it.

"As for the shooting star, which Teddy thinks about so much, I really
didn't see it fall, and all