and Janet got off the raft. Then Teddy shoved the
wabbly mass of boards and sticks, fastened together with crooked nails,
out into the lake again. He had not gone very far before something
happened. One end of the raft tipped up and the other end dipped down,
and--off slid Teddy into the water.

"Oh! Oh!" screamed Janet. "You'll be drowned! I'm going to tell
grandpa."

She ran to the camp with the news, and Mr. and Mrs. Martin came hurrying
back. By this time Teddy had managed to get up and was standing in the
water, which was not deep.

"I--I'm all right," he stammered. "Only I--I'm--wet!"

"I should say you _were_!" exclaimed his mother. "You mustn't go on any
more rafts."

Teddy promised that he would not, and then, when he had put on dry
clothes, he and Janet played other games that were not so dangerous.
They had lots of fun in the camp on Star Island.

"Come on, Jan!" called her brother one morning after breakfast. "Come on
down to the lake."

"What're you goin' to do?" she asked.

"I think he had better look for the 'g' you dropped," said Mrs. Martin
with a laugh.

"What 'g?'" asked Jan.

"The one off 'going,'" was the answer. "You must be more careful of your
words, Janet dear. Learn to talk nicely, and don't drop your 'g'
letters."

She had been trying to teach this to the Curlytops for a long while, and
they were almost cured of leaving off the final "g" of their words. But,
once in a while, just as Jan did that time, they forgot.

"What are you going to do?" asked Janet, slowly and carefully this time.

"Sail my boat," answered Ted. "I'll give your doll a ride if you want me
to."

"Not this one," replied his sister, looking at the one she carried. It
had on a fine red dress.

"Why not that doll?" Ted inquired.

"'Cause your boat might tip over and spill my doll in the lake. Then
she'd be spoiled and so would her dress. Wait. I'll get my rubber doll.
Water won't hurt her."

"My boat won't tip over," Ted declared. "It's a good one."

But even Jan's rubber doll must have been too heavy for Ted's small
boat, for, half way across a little shallow cove in the lake, where the
Curlytops waded and Ted sailed his ships, the boat tipped to one side,
and the doll was thrown into the water.

"There! I told you so!" cried Janet.

"Well, she's rubber, and you can pretend she has on a bathing suit an'
has gone in swimming!" declared Ted.

"But maybe a fish'll bite a hole in her and then she can't