"Well, I'm afraid they did," said Mr. Bobbsey. "If they wanted your pet badly enough to take her away so boldly, as they did from the yard, they'd probably keep her, once they had her safe. It isn't every day they can get a talking doll, you know."
"I wish there was some way of getting Helen's doll back," said Mrs. Porter. "She does nothing but wish for her every day. She has other dolls——"
"But I liked Mollie best," Helen said. "I want her. If she only knew I had her dress she might come to me," she added wistfully.
"She might, if she were a fairy doll," said Mrs. Bobbsey, as she patted Helen on the head. "But we'll look as carefully as we can for your little girl's pet, Mrs. Porter. If Mollie is on this island we'll find her."
"And I'll leave this dress here," said Helen, "so you can put it on her when you do find her. Then she won't take cold."
"I'll wash the dress and have Dinah iron it for you," promised Flossie. "I can't iron very well."
"Thank you," said Helen. "Oh, I'm so glad I came here, for I found part of Mollie, anyhow."
Helen and her mother left Blueberry Island, promising to come again some day, and Flossie and Freddie said they would, in the meanwhile, look as well as they could for the lost doll.
THEY TOASTED THE SOFT CANDIES OVER THE BLAZE