s in water. I saw the paddle-wheels when we
came on board."

"Huh!" exclaimed Russ. "I could have thought of that if you'd given me
one more turn."

"Isn't that a good riddle?" demanded Laddie, smiling.

"Pretty good," admitted Russ. "I'm going to think up one now, and I'm
sure there can't anybody answer it. You wait!" and he went off by
himself to think up his riddle.

Margy and Mun Bun, after running about a bit, had heard some music being
played on board, and had teased their mother to take them to hear it.
This Mrs. Bunker was glad to do, as it gave her a chance to sit quietly
with the smaller children.

Across the waters steamed the boat, and Russ finally gave up trying to
think of a hard riddle, and walked here and there with Laddie, finally
getting to a place where they could watch the engines.

Russ did not find it as easy to think up a hard riddle as he had thought
he would, but he said he was going to try after they got back to Aunt
Jo's house.

"'Cause," he said, "there's so much to see now that I don't want to miss
any of it."

It was a ride of about an hour and a half from Boston to Nantasket
Beach, and that pleasure spot was reached long enough before noon for
the children to play about and have fun before lunch.

They had brought some things to eat with them, but Daddy Bunker said
they would also have something to eat at a restaurant. It was a good
thing Mrs. Bunker and Aunt Jo did provide sandwiches, for the children
were hungry as soon as they left the boat and insisted on eating.

And then the fun began. There was plenty to do at Nantasket Beach,
smooth slides to coast down on, funny tricks that could be played, and
phonographs that one could listen to by putting the ends of rubber tubes
in the ears after having dropped a penny in the machine. There were
moving pictures and other things to enjoy.

[Illustration: BEST OF ALL THE CHILDREN LIKED THE MERRY-GO-ROUND.

_Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's._--_Page 223_]

Best of all the children liked the merry-go-rounds, and they had so many
rides on the prancing horses, the lions, the tigers, the ostriches and
the other animals and birds that Daddy Bunker said:

"My! I'm afraid we'll all go to the poorhouse if I spend all my
pennies."

"You can take some of the sixty-five dollars I found in the pocketbook,"
said Rose.

"No," and her father shook his head. "We mustn't touch that money yet. I
haven't given up the hope of finding who owns it,