"Yes, I'm glad Whisker took us for a ride," said Freddie.
"He wouldn't have if you hadn't unhitched his strap," remarked Flossie. "What'll Bert say?"
"Well, Whisker was tired of standing still," went on her brother. "And, anyhow, Helen wanted to come for a ride to find her doll; didn't you?" he asked their little playmate.
"Yep, I did," she answered. "I want my doll Mollie awful much."
"Then we'll look for her," Freddie went on. "Whoa, Whisker!"
Whether the goat really stopped because Freddie said this word, which always makes horses stop, or whether Whisker was tired and wanted a rest, I can not say. Anyhow, he stopped in a shady place in the woods, and the children got out.
"I'll tie the goat to a tree so he can't go off and have a ride by himself," said Freddie, as he took the strap from the wagon.
But Whisker did not seem to want to go on any farther. He lay down on some soft moss and seemed to go to sleep.
"We'll leave him here until we come back," said Freddie. "And now we'll look for Helen's doll."
Perhaps the children had an idea that the gypsies may have left the talking doll behind in the woods when they were driven away by the police. For, though they were not near the place where the dark-skinned men and women had camped, Flossie, Freddie and Helen began looking under trees and bushes for a trace of the missing Mollie.