"Oh, I wish we could go now and take Whisker with us!" cried Flossie.
"If we go we'll take the goat cart!" decided Bert.
"And we'll take our dog Snap, and our cat Snoop, too!" announced Freddie. "They'll like to go camping."
Mrs. Bobbsey and Nan were anxiously waiting for Bert to come back with the runaways, and when he came in sight, driving the goat cart, the children's mother hurried down the back road to meet them.
"Oh, my dears! you shouldn't go away like that!" she called.
"Whisker wanted to go," said Freddie. "And we had a nice ride even if it was bumpy. And we thought we heard Mollie's doll calling, but it was Bert."
"Well, don't do it again," said Mrs. Bobbsey. She always said that, whenever either set of twins did things they ought not to do, and each time they promised to mind. But the trouble was they hardly ever did the same thing twice. And as there were so many things to do, Mrs. Bobbsey could not think of them all, so she could not tell Nan and Bert, Flossie and Freddie not to do them.
"When are we going camping?" asked Freddie, as he got out of the goat cart.
"And what island are we going on?" asked Flossie.
"Oh, my! I see you have it all settled so soon!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Your father and I have yet to talk it over.