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 to stay up a half hour longer than the others.

While Daddy Bunker and Cousin Tom and the two Mrs. Bunkers were talking on the side porch, and watching the moon rise, as though it came right from the ocean, Russ and Rose sat down on the beach.  They were within call from the bungalow, though about a block away from it, Cousin Tom’s place being the first one up from the water.

Russ picked up a shell, and started to dig.