“But you must take better care of Trouble,” their mother warned them. “I shan’t feel easy in my mind unless you promise to watch him all the while he is with you. With these movie folk here at the farm there is so much going on that Trouble may easily get into danger.”
“We’ll take good care of him,” promised Jan.
“I’ll take him with me wherever I go,” said Ted.
“Well, then I’ll feel better about it,” said Mrs. Martin.
It was because of his promise that the next day, when Ted and Janet decided to go fishing, Ted called:
“Come on, Trouble! You may come with us!”
“Oh, I like fishin’!” declared the little boy. “I’m going to catch a big one.”
“I’ll leave him to sit on the bank near you,” whispered Ted to his sister, “and I’ll go off a little way by myself. I never can catch any big fish if I’m near him, for he’ll be pulling his hook in all the while to see if he has a bite.”
“I know he will,” said Janet. “I’ll take care of him while you fish.”
Not far from the farmhouse was a stream winding in and out among a grove of trees. In some places there were deep pools and eddies where, some of the farmhands said, large fish could be caught.