, and these were tacked up on trees about the island so the
blueberry pickers might see them. But though many read them, none had
seen Snoop, and, of course, Snap was missing before the Bobbseys came
to camp, so, naturally, he would not be on the island.

But in spite of the missing Snap and Snoop, the Bobbsey twins had lots
of fun in camp. During the day they played all sorts of games, went on
long walks with their father and mother, or for trips on the lake.
Sometimes they even rowed to other islands, not far from Blueberry
Island, and there ate their lunch.

The fishing was good, and Freddie and Bert often brought home a nice
mess for dinner or supper. Whisker, the big white goat, was a jolly pet.
He was as gentle as a dog and never seemed to get tired of pulling the
twins in the wagon, though the roads of the island were not as smooth as
those in Lakeport.

But though the twins had fun, they never gave over thinking that, some
day, they would find Snap and Snoop again.

"And maybe Helen's doll, too," said Flossie. "We'll hunt for her some
more."

"But it's easier to hunt for Snoop," said Freddie, "'cause he can holler
back when you holler at him."

"How can a cat holler?" asked his sister.

"Well, he can go 'miaou,' can't he?" Freddie asked, "an' ain't that
hollerin'?"

"I--I guess so," Flossie answered. "Oh, Freddie, I know what let's do!"
she cried suddenly.

"What? Make mud pies again? I'm tired of 'em. 'Sides, Momsie just put
clean things on us."

"No, not make mud pies--I'm tired of that, too. Let's go off by
ourselves and hunt Snoop. You know every time we've gone very far from
camp we've had to go with Nan and Bert; and you know when you hunt cats
you ought to be quiet, an' two can be more quiet than three or four."

"That's right," agreed Freddie, after thinking it over.

"Then let's just us two go," went on Flossie. "We won't get lost."

"Nope, course not," said Freddie. "I can go all over the island, and I
won't let you be lost. Snoop knows us better than he does Nan and Bert
anyhow, 'cause we play with him more."

"And if we find him," went on Flossie, "and he's too tired to walk home
we'll carry him. I'll carry his head part an' you can carry his tail."

"No, I want to carry his head."

"I choosed his head first!" said Flossie, "The tail is nicest anyhow."

"Then why don't you carry that?"

"'Cause it's so flopsy. It never stays still, and when it flops in my
face it tickles me. Pl