"There you are, Curlytops!" laughed Grandpa Martin, as he passed out the molasses and sugar cookies. "Now don't drop any of them on your toes!"
"Why not?" Ted wanted to know.
"Oh, because it might break them—I mean it might break your cookies," and Grandpa Martin laughed again.
"Come now, we'll go and look for things," proposed Ted, as he took a bite of his cookie, something which Jan and Trouble were also doing.
"What'll we look for!" Jan asked again.
"Oh, maybe we can find a cave or a den where a—where a fox lives," he said, rather stumbling over his words.
At first Ted had been going to say that perhaps they would look for a bear's den, but then he happened to remember that even talk of a bear, though of course there were none on Star Island, might scare his little brother and Jan. So he said "fox" instead.
"Is there a fox here!" Jan asked.
"Maybe," said Ted. "Anyhow, let's go off and look."
"Don't go too far!" called Grandpa Martin after them, as he started to unload the boat and get the camp in order. "And don't go too near the edge of the lake. I don't want you to fall in and have your mother blame me."