“No, I don’t believe he will,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Yes, you may all go out. I hope Snap hasn’t hurt Helen.”

Helen Porter was a little girl who lived next door to the Bobbsey twins, and those of you who have the book about camping on Blueberry Island will remember her as the child who, at first, was thought to have been taken away by the Gypsies.

“Oh, Helen! What is the matter, my dear?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey, as she hurried out into the yard, followed by Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie.

“Did Snap bite you?” asked Nan, looking toward her father, who was running after the dog that was carrying the little girl’s doll in his mouth.

“No, Snap didn’t bite me! But he bit my doll!” Helen answered.

“It doesn’t hurt dolls to bite ’em,” said Bert, with a laugh.

“It does so!” cried Helen, turning her tear-filled eyes on him. “It makes all their sawdust come out!”

“So it does, my dear,” said Mrs. Bobbsey kindly. “But we’ll hope that Snap won’t bite your doll as hard as that. If he does I’ll sew up the holes to keep the sawdust in. But how did he come to do it?”

“I—I guess maybe he liked the cookie my doll had,” explained Helen, who was about as old as Flossie.

“Did your doll have a cookie?” asked Nan.

“Yes. I was playing she was a rich lady doll,” went on the little girl from next door, “and she was taking a basket of cookies to a poor doll lady. Course I didn’t have a whole basket of cookies,” explained Helen. “I had only one, but I made believe it was a whole basket full.”

“How did you give it to your doll to carry?” asked Nan, for she had often played games this way herself, making believe different things. “How did you