is boat to a place in
the inlet where the water was not deep, and there he let the wind blow
it about, to the delight of all.

Then came a call from the bungalow.

"Supper, children! Come on in and get washed!"

"Oh, I'm so hungry!" cried Rose.

"So'm I," agreed Russ.

Margy and Mun Bun didn't say anything, but they looked as if they could
eat.

"I thought of another riddle," said Laddie, as he went along with Russ.
"It's about why does the sand run."

"No! That isn't it!" laughed Rose. "You've started it backward, Laddie,
and spoiled it."

"Oh, yes, now I know. Why is sand like a boy?"

"Because they both run," answered Russ. It was easy to guess the riddle
after Laddie had partly told it to him.

"Cousin Tom said lobsters run backwards," put in Violet, having heard
Rose say that Laddie started his riddle backwards. "What makes lobsters
go that way, Russ?"

"I don't know. I s'pose 'cause they like it."

"Do fish go backwards?" the little girl went on.

"I never saw any," Russ answered.

"And can they stand on their heads?" went on the little girl.

But no one could answer this question, and there was no time to do so,
anyhow, as they were now at Cousin Tom's bungalow, and from it came the
smell of many good things that had been cooked for supper.

"My! you have a houseful with all of us Bunkers," said the children's
mother, as they gathered about the table.

"Yes. There wouldn't be room for many more," said Cousin Tom's pretty
wife. "But I like company."

"Even if they eat so much it will keep you busy buying more?" asked
Daddy Bunker.

"Oh, I guess they won't do that," replied Cousin Tom, laughing.

"We're going to dig gold in the sand, and then we can buy our own things
to eat," declared Laddie.

"Well, until you do that I'll see that you get enough to eat," said his
cousin.

After supper they went for a ride on the inlet in Cousin Tom's big
rowboat.

"I think we had better go back," said Mother Bunker, after they had
ridden about a bit. "It is getting late, and I see two of my little tots
are getting sleepy."

This was true, for Margy and Mun Bun were nidding and nodding, hardly
able to keep their eyes open, though it was hardly dark yet. But they
had been up early and they had traveled far that day.

Back to the bungalow they went, and soon the four smaller children were
in bed.

"And it will be time for you, Russ and Rose, in a little while," said
Mrs. Bunker. They were allowed