rry Island?"

"Surely," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "It will be a nice way to spend the
summer."

"And shall we live in a tent?" asked Freddie, "and cook over a camp
fire? and go fishing? and--and--and----"

"Yes, all of that and more, too," said his father, catching up the
little fat fireman and bouncing him toward the ceiling.

Then followed a happy hour talking over the plans for going camping on
Blueberry Island, until Mother Bobbsey said it was time for Flossie and
Freddie, at least, to go to bed.

Off they went to Slumberland, to dream of living in a big white tent
with a flag on top of it.

"Just like a circus!" as Freddie said the next morning at breakfast.

"Or a gypsy camp," added Flossie. "Are there any gypsies on Blueberry
Island, Daddy?"

"No, not a one."

"'Cause if there was," went on the little girl, "I wouldn't take my doll
with me. I wouldn't want her tooked away like Helen's was."

"We won't let any gypsies come," said Mr. Bobbsey.

One warm summer day came after another until it was nearly time to close
the school, and all the boys and girls in Lakeport were thinking of
vacation. The Bobbseys were getting ready to go to the Blueberry Island
camp. Mr. Bobbsey had bought the tents and other things and they were to
go to the island in a boat.

"And we'll take Whisker, our goat, and Snap and Snoop," said Flossie,
"and my dolls and the bugs that go around and around and around and----"

"You'll have a regular menagerie!" said Nan.

"We'll have some fun, anyhow," cried Freddie. "I wonder if we could
hitch Snap and Whisker up together and make a team?"

"Let's try," suggested Bert. "Come on, Freddie, we'll find our dog."

But when they called Snap he did not come running in from the yard or
barn as he had always done before. Bert and Freddie called, but there
was no answering bark.

"Where is Snap, Dinah?" asked Bert, when a search about the house did
not show the missing dog.

"I done seed him heah about half an hour ago," said the colored cook,
"an' den, all to oncet, I didn't see him ag'in. I wonder if dat ole
peddler could hab took him?" she asked, speaking half to herself.

Bert and Freddie looked at one another in surprise. Where was Snap?

CHAPTER VIII

OFF TO CAMP

"This is queer," said Bert, when a more careful search about the house
and barn failed to find Snap. "If he's run away, it will be about the
first time he has done that since we've had him."

"Let's ask at