Yes, I'm glad Whisker took us for a ride," said Freddie.

"He wouldn't have if you hadn't unhitched his strap," remarked Flossie.
"What'll Bert say?"

"Well, Whisker was tired of standing still," went on her brother. "And,
anyhow, Helen wanted to come for a ride to find her doll; didn't you?"
he asked their little playmate.

"Yep, I did," she answered. "I want my doll Mollie awful much."

"Then we'll look for her," Freddie went on. "Whoa, Whisker!"

Whether the goat really stopped because Freddie said this word, which
always makes horses stop, or whether Whisker was tired and wanted a
rest, I can not say. Anyhow, he stopped in a shady place in the woods,
and the children got out.

"I'll tie the goat to a tree so he can't go off and have a ride by
himself," said Freddie, as he took the strap from the wagon.

But Whisker did not seem to want to go on any farther. He lay down on
some soft moss and seemed to go to sleep.

"We'll leave him here until we come back," said Freddie. "And now we'll
look for Helen's doll."

Perhaps the children had an idea that the gypsies may have left the
talking doll behind in the woods when they were driven away by the
police. For, though they were not near the place where the dark-skinned
men and women had camped, Flossie, Freddie and Helen began looking under
trees and bushes for a trace of the missing Mollie.

"Do you s'pose she can talk and call to tell you where she is?" asked
Flossie, when they had hunted about a bit, not going too far from the
goat and wagon.

"I don't know," Helen answered. "Sometimes, when I wind up the spring in
her back she says 'Mamma' and 'Papa' without my pushing the button. My
father says that's because something is the matter with her."

"Well, if she would only talk now, and holler out, we'd know where to
look for her," added Freddie.

"Let's call to her," suggested Flossie.

"All right," agreed Helen.

[Illustration: "MOLLIE! MOLLIE! WHERE ARE YOU?"

_The Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island._ _Page 63_]

So the children called:

"Mollie! Mollie! Where are you?"

Their voices echoed through the trees, but there was no other answer--at
least for a while. Then, when they had walked on a little farther, and
found a spring of water where they had a cool drink, they called again:

"Mollie! Mollie! Where are you?"

Then, all at once, seemingly from a long way off, came an answering
call:

"Wait a minute. I'm coming!"

"Oh, did you hear th