The whole adventure had been a lot of fun, but more good times awaited them which will be related in “The Bobbsey Twins Camping Out.”

And then came happy days and joyous times for all.  Though Blipper’s merry-go-round had been taken away from the fair grounds, there were enough other amusements.

Mr. Trench even got his balloon back, had it mended, and the regular man went up in it several times to the great delight of the crowds.  But you may be sure Mrs. Bobbsey watched Flossie and Freddie very closely, to see that they did not get near the big basket.  The little brother and sister were objects of curiosity wherever they went on the fair grounds, for the newspapers had published stories of their strange trip, all alone, in a balloon to Hemlock Island.

“When I grow up,” declared Freddie, “I’m going to run an airship.”

“Well, I’m never going to run a merry-go-round; I’ve had enough of them!” declared Bob Guess—­or, to give him the name he was to have from then on, Bob Bobbsey.

“Well, we certainly had plenty of adventures at the Bolton County Fair,” remarked Bert, when the exhibition came to a close.

“Yes, indeed!” cried all of the others.

And here let us say good-by.

THE END