“I ’ike it, too,” declared Trouble.
As I suppose you have all noticed, a picnic lunch, even if it is only crackers or bread and butter, tastes better than the finest meal served on plates with silver knives and forks and a spotless tablecloth.
Suddenly, when the children were eating the last of their lunch, they heard a crackling in the bushes near them, and Trouble cried:
“It’s a bear!”
But it was nothing of the sort. It was only a couple of the lumbermen breaking their way through the underbrush and slashing at it with their sharp axes.
THERE WAS A MOMENT OF SILENCE AND THEN THE GREAT
TRUNK CRASHED TO THE GROUND.
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“Hello, kiddies!” greeted one of the men, with whom the Curlytops had been friendly. “You’d better run away from here now,” he went on.
“Is a bear comin’?” asked Trouble.
“Oh, no,” laughed the man. “But we’re going to cut down some trees near here, and you might get hurt. Better run home.”