Let us off!" cried Flossie, getting up in such a hurry
from her deck chair that she dropped her doll. "We're going camping
there."

"I guess the passengers know it by this time, without your telling
them," laughed her father. "But come on--don't forget anything."

Such a scrambling as there was! Such a gathering together of
packages--umbrellas--fishing rods--hats, caps, gloves and the crate
with black Snoop in it. Sam and Dinah helped all they could, and between
them and Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey and the children the family managed to get
ashore at last.

A gangplank had been run from the boat to the dock, and over this Bert
drove Whisker and the goat cart. The goat seemed glad to get off the
steamboat.

"Oh, wouldn't Snap just love it here!" cried Nan, as they went on shore
and looked at the island. "Isn't it too bad he isn't with us?"

"I'm going to find him!" declared Bert. "Those old gypsies sha'n't have
our trick dog!"

Blueberry Island was, indeed, a fine place for a camp. In the winter no
one lived on it, but in the summer it was often visited by picnic
parties and by those who liked to gather the blueberries which grew so
plentifully, giving the island its name.

In fact, so many people came to one end of the island in the berry
season that a man had set up a little stand near the shore, where he
sold sandwiches, coffee, candy, and ice-cream, since many of the
berry-pickers, and others who came, grew hungry after tramping through
the woods.

But where Mr. Bobbsey was going to camp with his family, the
berry-pickers and picnic parties seldom came, as it was on the far end
of the island, so our friends would be rather by themselves, which was
what they wanted.

Mr. Dalton, the man who kept the little refreshment stand, had his horse
and wagon on the island, and he had agreed to haul the Bobbsey's trunks
and other things to where their tents, already put up, awaited them.

"And can't we ride there in the goat wagon?" asked Freddie of his
mother, as he saw Bert get up behind Whisker in the little cart.

"Yes, I think you and Flossie may ride now that we are on the island,"
said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Do you want to go, Nan?"

"No, I'll walk with you and daddy. I'll get enough goat rides later."

"Oh, how nice it is!" cried Mother Bobbsey when she and Nan came in
sight of the tents of the camp. "I know we shall like it here!"

"I hope you will," said her husband. "And now we must see about
something to eat. I su