Ted, who was also having a
hard time with his locks. "Oh, I wish I was a barber!" he cried, as the
comb stuck in a bunch of curls.

"Why?" asked his mother, who was giving Trouble his breakfast.

"'Cause then I'd cut my own hair short, and I'd never have to comb it."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to see you without your curls," Mother Martin said.
"Here, I'll help you as soon as I feed Trouble."

Trouble could feed himself when his plate had been set in front of him,
and while he was eating Mrs. Martin made her two Curlytops look better
by the use of their combs.

After breakfast the children ran to hitch Nicknack to the wagon. Grandpa
Martin was going back in the rowboat to the mainland to get a few things
that had been forgotten, and also another bag of salt.

"And I'll hide it away from Trouble," said Nora with a laugh. "We don't
want any more salty oceans around here."

"Let's drive away before Trouble sees us," proposed Jan to her brother.
"He'll want to come for a ride and we can't go very far if he comes
along."

"All right. Stoop down and walk behind the bushes. Then he can't see
us."

Jan and Ted managed to get away unseen, and were soon hitching their
goat to the wagon. Trouble finished his breakfast and called to them,
wanting to go with them wherever they went. But his mother knew the two
Curlytops did not want Trouble with them every time, so Baby William had
to play by himself about camp, while the two older children drove off on
a path that led the long way of the island.

"Maybe we'll have an adventure," suggested Jan, as she sat in the cart
driving the goat, for she and her brother took turns at this fun.

"Maybe we'll see some of the tramps," he added.

"I don't want to," said Jan.

"Well, maybe we'll see a bear."

"I don't want that, either. I wish you wouldn't say such things, Teddy."

"Well, what do you want to see?"

"Oh, something nice--flowers or birds or maybe a fairy."

"Huh! I guess there's no fairies on this island, either. Let's see if we
can find an apple tree. I'd like an apple."

"So would I. But we mustn't eat green ones."

"Not if they're too green," agreed Teddy. "But a little green won't
hurt."

They drove on, Nicknack trotting along the path through the woods, now
and then stopping to nibble at the leaves. At last the children came to
a beautiful shady spot, where many ferns grew beneath the trees, and it
was so cool that they stopped their goat, tied him to an old