e wanted to come back just to get the tin bugs."

"But they go around and around and around!" cried Flossie, who liked the
queer toys as much as did her brother. "They're lots of fun."

"Well, as long as we're going to camp on Blueberry Island for fun as
much as for anything else," said Mr. Bobbsey, "I suppose we'll have to
get the bugs. Come on, Freddie."

The little twin had wrapped his tin bugs in a paper and left them on a
chair in the front hall, so it was little trouble to get them. Then the
trunks, bags and bundles were piled in the wagon and taken to the
steamboat dock, while the Bobbsey family, all except Bert, took their
places in the automobile. Bert was to drive Whisker to the wharf, as it
was found easier to ship the goat and wagon this way than by crating or
boxing the animal and his cart.

"I'd rather ride with Bert and Whisker than in the auto," said Freddie
wistfully, as he saw his brother about to drive off.

"So would I!" added Flossie, who always chimed in with anything her twin
brother did.

"But you can't," said Mrs. Bobbsey decidedly. "If you two small twins
went with Bert in the goat wagon something would be sure to happen.
You'd stop to give some one a ride or you'd have a race with a dog or a
cat, and then we'd miss the boat. You must come with us, Flossie and
Freddie, and, Bert, don't lose any time. The boat won't wait for you and
Whisker."

"I'll be there before you," promised Bert, and he was, for he took a
short cut. He said on the way he had stopped at the police station to
ask if there was any news about the missing Snap, but the trick dog had
not been seen, and so the Bobbseys went to camp without him.

If there had not been so much to see and to do, they would have been
more lonesome for Snap than they were. As it was, they missed him very
much, but Bert held out a little hope by saying perhaps they might find
their pet on Blueberry Island, though why he said it he hardly knew.

"All aboard!" called the steamboat men as the Bobbseys settled
themselves in comfort, their goods having been put in place. The goat
wagon was left on the lower deck where stood the horses and wagons that
were to be taken across the lake, for the steamer was a sort of
ferryboat. "All aboard!" called the deck hands.

There was a tooting of whistles, a clanging and ringing of bells, and
the boat slowly moved away from the dock.

"Oh, it's just lovely to go camping!" sighed Nan.

"We haven't really be