Flossie was little the worse for her accident, and was soon playing about again with Snoop and Snap, and with Freddie. The little fellow and his sister made the dog and cat do many tricks.
It was the day after this, when the Bluebird had gone a little farther up the creek, that Mrs. Bobbsey planned a little picnic on shore. They were not far from a nice, green forest.
"We'll have Dinah put us up a little lunch, and we'll go in the woods and eat it," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Oh, that will be fun!" cried Nan. "Won't it, Dorothy?"
"Indeed it will," said the seashore cousin.
"I'm going to take my doll," Flossie said. "There's no water in the woods for her to fall in, is there, mamma?"
"No, not unless you drop her into a spring," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey.
"I'll see if Dinah has finished making the sandwiches," offered Nan.
"She had them almost finished a little while ago."
But when Nan went to the dining-room, she found the colored cook very much excited.
"What is the matter, Dinah?" asked Nan.