ockin's got wet an' muddy, but we
waded in tall grass and we're not very muddy now," said Freddie, all out
of breath, but anxious to get the worst over with at once.

"Oh, you shouldn't have gone in wading!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.

"You didn't tell me not to--not to-day you didn't tell me," Freddie
defended himself.

"No, because I didn't think you'd do such a thing," replied his mother.
"I can't tell you every day the different things you mustn't do--there
are too many of them."

"But there are so many things we can do too--oh, just lots of them."

"Yes, and the things we may do and the things we're not to do are just
awful hard to tell apart sometimes, Momsie," put in Flossie.

"Yes'm, they are," added Freddie. "And how is a feller and his sister to
know every single time what they're to do and what they're not to do?"

"Suppose you try stopping before you do a thing to ask yourselves
whether you ought to do it or not, and not wait until after the thing is
done to ask yourselves that question," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey. "That
might help some."

"Well, I won't go wading any more to-day," promised the little fellow.
"But I didn't think I'd get stuck in the mud."

Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to laugh, but she did not dare let the two small
twins see her, for they would think it only fun, and really they ought
not to have gotten wet and muddy.

"And so you couldn't find Snoop," remarked Mr. Bobbsey at supper that
night. "Well, it's too bad. I guess I'll have to get you another dog and
cat."

"No, don't--just yet, please," said Nan. "Maybe we'll find our own, and
we never could love any new ones as we love Snap and Snoop."

"Nope, we couldn't!" declared Flossie, while Freddie nodded his head in
agreement with her.

"But you could get us some new go-around bugs," the little girl went on.
"We haven't found ours yet."

"That's so," remarked Mr. Bobbsey. "It's queer where they went to. Well,
I'll see if I can get any more, though I may have to send to New York.
But you two little ones must not go off by yourselves again, looking for
Snoop."

"Could we go to look for Snap?" asked Freddie, as if that was different.

"No, not for Snap either. You must stay around camp unless some one goes
with you to the woods."

It was a few days after this, when Mrs. Bobbsey, with the four twins,
went out to pick blueberries, that they met a number of women and
children who also had baskets and pails. But none of them was filled
with t