stn't go out in a drifting
boat again, rain or no rain," ordered Mr. Bobbsey.

Flossie and Freddie promised they would not, as they always did, and
then the camping family started back for their tents.

"What do you think of that cave, the boat's being taken and all that's
happened?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey in a whisper of her husband, as they
walked toward camp together.

"I don't know what to think," he said slowly.

"Do you suppose the gypsies could be in there?"

"Well, they might. But don't let the children know. They are having a
good time here and there's no need, as yet, to frighten them."

For the next few days there were happy times in Twin Camp. The children
went on many rides in the goat wagon and had other fun. Then, one
afternoon when they were all sitting near the tents waiting for Dinah to
get dinner, they saw a steamer heading toward the little dock.

"Oh, maybe it's company!" cried Flossie, clapping her hands.

And so it proved, for when the boat landed Mrs. Porter and her little
girl, Helen, got off.

"We came to see how you were," said Mrs. Porter. "Helen wanted a trip on
the water, so we came on the excursion boat. We're going back this
evening. How are you?"

"Very well, indeed," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and glad to see you. Helen can
play with Flossie and Freddie."

"Did you see any of the gypsies, and did they have my talking doll?"
asked Helen as soon as she had taken off her hat in the tent and had
gone outside to play with the two small Bobbsey twins.

CHAPTER XV

THE DOLL'S DRESS

"Haven't you got your lost doll back yet?" asked Freddie, as he moved
over on a board, nailed between two trees, to make room for Helen to sit
down between him and Flossie.

"No, I haven't found Mollie," answered the little girl, who had come to
visit her friends. "I guess she's a gypsy by this time."

"Helen, are you sure a gypsy man took your doll?" asked Nan, who had
been sent out by her mother to see if the little ones were all right.

"Yes, I'm sure," answered Helen. "I left her in the yard; and, besides,
didn't Johnnie Marsh and me both see the gypsy man runnin' off with
her?"

"Well, maybe it did happen that way," said Nan. "But what makes you
think we might have seen that gypsy man here, Helen?"

"'Cause Johnnie Marsh said gypsies were camped on Blueberry Island."

"We haven't seen any yet," remarked Bert, who had come out to ask the
little girl visitor about some of his boy friends in