have!" cried Flossie the next morning, when the
sun rose warm and bright and they started for Blueberry Island.

"It would be better if we had Snap," said Bert. "You don't know how I
miss that dog!"

"We all do," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Perhaps we'll find him when we come
back, Bert. Your father will come back from the island once or twice a
week, and he'll come to the house to see if Snap has come back."

"He'll never come back," said Bert, with a sad face. "I'm sure the
gypsies took him, and they'll keep him when they find out he can do
circus tricks."

"Well, maybe we'll find the gypsies and, if they have Snap, we can make
them give him up," said Nan.

"I hope so," murmured Bert.

There was a small steamer that made trips across the lake, and in this
the Bobbseys were to go to Blueberry Island, as they had so many things
to take with them that a small boat would never have held them all.

CHAPTER IX

A NIGHT SCARE

"Well, are you all ready?" asked Daddy Bobbsey, as he came out and
locked the front door. On the steps in front of him, or else down the
front walk, were his wife, Nan, Bert, Flossie, Freddie, Sam, Dinah,
Snoop, in his traveling crate, Whisker, the goat, hitched to his wagon,
and a pile of trunks, boxes and other things.

"If we're not ready we never will be," said Mrs. Bobbsey with a sigh and
a laugh, as she looked over everything. "We aren't going so far, but
what we can send for anything we forget, which is a good thing. But I
guess we're all ready, Daddy."

"Good! Here comes the expressman for our trunks, and behind him is the
automobile we're going to take down to the steamer dock. Now have you
children everything you want?" and he looked at Flossie and Freddie
particularly.

"I've got my best doll, and Snoop's in his cage," said Flossie. "And my
other dolls are in the trunk and so are the toys I want. Is your fire
engine packed, Freddie? 'Cause you might want it if the woods got on
fire."

"Yep; my fire engine is all right," answered the little fellow. "An'
I've got everything I want, I guess--except--maybe----" he was thinking
then. "Oh, I forgot 'em! I forgot 'em!" he quickly cried. "Open the
door, Daddy! I forgot 'em!"

"Forgot what?" his father asked with a smile.

"The tin bugs that go around and around and around," answered Freddie.
"You know, the ones I buyed in New York. I want 'em."

"Well, it's a good thing you thought of them before we got away, for I
wouldn't hav