ll of his father having done, but they had given up
hoping to find any.

"But we might find my locket," said Rose.

"And we might find that queer box the tide washed away before we could
see what was in it," said Russ. "I wish we could find that."

Often he would walk along the beach looking at the driftwood and other
things cast up by the waves and hope for a sight of the mysterious box.

"If we'd only seen what was in it we wouldn't feel so bad," said Rose.
"But it's like a puzzle you never can guess."

One evening Daddy Bunker came home from the village with some round tin
boxes.

"What's in 'em?" cried Violet, always the first to ask a question.

"Let's guess!" proposed Laddie. "Maybe I can make up a riddle about
'em."

"I know what's in them," said Russ. "I can read it on the box. It's
marshmallow candies."

"Oh, are we going to have a marshmallow roast on the beach?" cried Rose.

"Yes, that's what we are going to have," her father said.

"Oh, hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cried the six little Bunkers.

CHAPTER XIX

THE SALLIE GROWLER

Have you ever toasted marshmallow candies at the seashore beach? If you
have you need not stop to read this part of the story. But if you have
not, from this and the next page you may learn how to do it.

In the first place you need three things to have a marshmallow roast,
and you can easily guess what the first thing is. It's a box of the
white candies. Then you need a fire, and, if you are a little boy or
girl, it will be best to have your father or mother or some big person
make the fire for you, as you might get burned.

Then you need some long, pointed sticks on which to hold the marshmallow
candies as you toast them. If the sticks are too short you will toast
your fingers or your face instead of the candies.

"Have you got lots of marshmallows, Daddy?" asked Rose, as she and the
other children gathered about their father.

"Plenty, I think," he answered. "We don't want so many that you will be
made ill, you know."

"I can eat a lot of 'em without getting sick," declared Laddie.

"I like 'em, too," said Vi. "Where do the marshmallow candies come from,
Daddy?" she asked.

"From the store, of course!" exclaimed Laddie.

"No, I mean before they get to the store," went on the little girl.
"Does a hen lay the marshmallows, same as chickens lay eggs?"

"Oh, no!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "Marshmallow candy is made from sugar
and other things, just as most