“Are we going to sleep here at night?” asked Bert.
“Well, I did think we might camp out here for a week or so, after we got here and found that Jack was all right,” answered Cousin Jasper. “But if he is ill, and needs a doctor, we shall have to go right back to Florida. However, until we are sure of that, we will get ready to camp out.”
“Oh, what fun!” cried Nan.
“It’ll be as nice as on Blueberry Island!” Flossie exclaimed, clapping her fat little hands.
“But there weren’t any oranges on Blueberry Island,” added Freddie. “Still the blueberries made nice pies.”
“Mother made the pies,” said Flossie.
“Well, the blueberries helped her,” Freddie said, with a laugh.
The Bobbsey twins gathered oranges from the trees and ate them. The men folks then began to bring things from the Swallow, which was anchored in a little bay, not far from shore.
Two tents were to be set up, and though the crew would stay on the boat with Captain Crane, to take care of the vessel if a sudden storm came up, the Bobbseys and Cousin Jasper would camp out on Orange Island.
In a little while one tent was put up, an oil-stove brought from the boat so that cooking could be done without the uncertain waiting for a campfire, and boxes and baskets of food were set out.