so, and nobody picks them green."

"No, I suppose not," agreed her husband. "Well, I'm sure I don't know
who or what it was, but I saw a dark shadow moving away."

"Shadows can't do any harm."

"No, but it takes some one or something to make a shadow, and I'd like
to know what it was. I'll take a look around in the morning," said Mr.
Bobbsey. "We don't want Twin Camp spoiled by midnight scares."

"Maybe we'd better get another dog, if Snap doesn't come back,"
suggested his wife.

"I'll think about that. We can't very well train Whisker to keep watch.
Besides, he can't bark," and Mr. Bobbsey laughed as he got back into
bed.

There was no more disturbance that night and the twins did not again
awaken. Mr. Bobbsey remained awake for a while, but he heard nothing,
and he believed that if it was a man or an animal that had brushed
against the tent where Freddie was sleeping, whoever, or whatever, it
was had gone far away.

Dinah had a fine breakfast ready for the twins and the others the next
morning. There were flap-jacks with maple syrup to pour over them, and
that, with the crisp smell of bacon, made every one so hungry that there
was no need to call even Nan twice, and sometimes she liked to lie in
bed longer than did the others.

"Did you find what it was that bumped me, Daddy?" asked Freddie, as he,
as last, pushed back his plate, unable to eat any more.

"No. And we don't need to worry about it. Now we must finish getting
Twin Camp in order to-day," went on Mr. Bobbsey, "and then we will
begin to have fun and enjoy ourselves."

"Are we going to catch any fish?" asked Bert. "Always, when you read of
camps, they catch fish and fry them."

"Yes, we can go fishing after we get the work done," said his father.
"Work first and play afterward is a rule we'll follow here, though there
won't be much work to do. However, if we're to go fishing we'll have to
dig some bait."

"I can dig worms!" cried Freddie. "Worms are good for bait, aren't they,
Daddy?"

"For some kinds of fish, yes. We'll fish part of the time with worms and
see what luck we have. Bert, you and Freddie can dig the bait."

"I want to help," said Flossie. "I helped Nan get out my dolls and toys,
and now I want to dig worms."

"All right, little fat fairy!" laughed Bert. "Come along."

"Mercy, Flossie, digging bait is such dirty work! What do you want to do
that for?" asked Nan.

"I don't care if it is dirty, it's fun."

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