The Curlytops on Star Island; Or, Camping out with Grandpa

"I'm not doing anything at all, Mother!"

"Yes he is, too! Please call him in. He's hurting my doll."

"Oh, Janet Martin, I am not!"

"You are so, Theodore Baradale Martin; and you've just got to stop!"

Janet, or Jan, as she was more often called, stood in front of her brother with flashing

eyes and red cheeks.

"Children! Children! What are you doing now?" asked their mother, appearing in the

doorway of the big, white farmhouse, holding in her arms a small boy. "Please don't make

so much noise. I've just gotten Baby William to sleep, and if he wakes up——"

"Yes, don't wake up Trouble, Jan," added Theodore, or Ted, the shorter name being the

one by which he was most often called. "If you do he'll want to come with us, and we can't

make Nicknack race."

"I wasn't waking him up, it was you!" exclaimed Jan. "He keeps pulling my doll's legs,

Mother and——"

"I only pulled 'em a little bit, just to see if they had any springs in 'em. Jan said her doll

was a circus lady and could jump on the back of a horse. I wanted to see if she had any

springs in her legs."

"Well, I'm pretending she has, so there, Ted Martin! And if you don't stop——"