e are," said Flossie. "And Helen's hungry, too. Aren't you, Helen?"
she asked.

"Um--yes--I guess so."

"Well, we'll soon find out," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I think your mother
won't mind if I give you a little lunch with Flossie and Freddie. Nan
can tell her that you are here and are all right. She doesn't know you
had a runaway ride in the goat wagon."

"It was a bumpy ride, too," explained Flossie. "And we didn't find
Mollie the talking doll."

"Well, maybe you will some day," said Mrs. Bobbsey kindly.

And while Flossie, Freddie and Helen ate the nice little lunch, fat,
black Dinah got ready for them, Bert and Nan went for a ride in the goat
wagon, stopping at Mrs. Porter's house to tell her that Helen was safe
in the Bobbsey home.

"And now let's talk about camping!" cried Bert that night after supper
when the family, twins included, were gathered in the dining-room, the
table having been cleared. "When can we go?"

"I think as soon as school closes," said his father. "Summer seems to
have started in early this year, and I want to get you children and your
mother off to some cool place. An island in the middle of the lake is
the best place I can think of."

"It will be fine!" cried Bert. "Which island are we going to camp on?"

"There are two or three that would do nicely," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "I
talked to some friends who own them, but I think one called Blueberry
Island would suit us best."

"It has a nice name," said Nan. "I like--Blueberry Island! It sounds
just as if it were out of a book."

"Is it a fairy island?" Freddie wanted to know, for he liked to have
fairy stories read to him.

"Well, maybe it will turn out to be a fairy story," said Mr. Bobbsey
with a laugh. "It's the largest island in the lake, and several other
parties are going there camping, so Mr. Ames, the man who owns it, told
me."

"Why do they call it Blueberry Island?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Because there are many blueberries on it," answered her husband. "And
if we go there I shall expect you children to pick plenty of blueberries
so Dinah can make pies. I'm very fond of blueberry pie."

"I like it, too," said Freddie. "We'll take Whisker with us, and he can
haul a whole wagon load of blueberries."

"I wouldn't ask you to pick as many as that," said his father with a
laugh. "Two or three quarts would be enough for a pie, wouldn't they,
Mother?"

"I should hope so! But do you really mean we are to go camping on
Bluebe