"There are two or three that would do nicely," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "I talked to some friends who own them, but I think one called Blueberry Island would suit us best."
"It has a nice name," said Nan. "I like—Blueberry Island! It sounds just as if it were out of a book."
"Is it a fairy island?" Freddie wanted to know, for he liked to have fairy stories read to him.
"Well, maybe it will turn out to be a fairy story," said Mr. Bobbsey with a laugh. "It's the largest island in the lake, and several other parties are going there camping, so Mr. Ames, the man who owns it, told me."
"Why do they call it Blueberry Island?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Because there are many blueberries on it," answered her husband. "And if we go there I shall expect you children to pick plenty of blueberries so Dinah can make pies. I'm very fond of blueberry pie."
"I like it, too," said Freddie. "We'll take Whisker with us, and he can haul a whole wagon load of blueberries."
"I wouldn't ask you to pick as many as that," said his father with a laugh. "Two or three quarts would be enough for a pie, wouldn't they, Mother?"
"I should hope so! But do you really mean we are to go camping on Blueberry Island?"
"Surely," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "It will be a nice way to spend the summer."