“It was like finding real treasure,” said Russ.

“I wish we’d find some more,” said George.  “I’m going to dig a big hole.”

But, though he scooped out more sand, he found no more gold, nor did Russ, though they found some pretty shells.

Daddy Bunker, Cousin Tom and Cousin Ruth came down to the beach to see what all the joyful laughter was about and they were told of the finding of the lost locket Rose had dropped in the sand.

“I never thought I’d get it back,” she said, “but I did.”

“And I never thought I’d get my doll back,” said Vi, “and I didn’t.  But I got a nicer one out of the sea.”

“Well, that was very good luck,” said Daddy Bunker.  “For once digging in the sand had some results.”

They all walked up to Cousin Tom’s bungalow.

On the way Laddie seemed rather quiet.

“What’s the matter?” asked his father.  “Aren’t you glad you found your sister’s gold locket?”

“Oh, yes, very glad,” answered Laddie.  “Only I was trying to think up a riddle about it and I can’t.  But I have one about why is the ocean like a garden?”

“’Tisn’t like a garden,” declared Russ.  “It’s all water, the ocean is.”

“It’s like a garden in my riddle,” insisted Laddie.

“Why?” his mother asked.

“The ocean is like a garden ’cause it’s full of seaweed,” answered Laddie.

“I don’t think that’s a very good riddle,” remarked Russ.

“It wouldn’t be a very good garden that had weeds in it,” said Mr. Bunker with a laugh.  “Anyhow we ought to be happy because Rose has her locket back.”

And they all were, I’m sure.

“What makes gold so bright?” asked Vi, as she saw the locket sparkling in the sun.

“Because it is polished,” her mother answered.

“What makes it polished?” went on Vi.

“Oh, my dear, if you keep on asking questions I’ll get in such a tangle that I’ll never be able to find my way out,” laughed her mother.  “Come, we’ll get ready to go crabbing this afternoon and that will keep you so busy you won’t want to talk.”

“We never came to any nicer place than this, did we?” asked Russ of Rose as they sat on the pier that afternoon catching crabs by the dozen.

“No, we never had any better fun than we’ve had here.  I wonder where we’ll go next.”

“I don’t know,” answered Russ.  “Home, maybe.”

But the children did not stay at home very long, and if you want to hear more about their adventures I invite you to read the next book in this series.  It will be called:  “Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa Ford’s,” and in it is told all about what happened that winter and how the ghost——­

But there.  I guess you’d better read the book.

“Daddy!  Daddy!  Come quick!” called Mun Bun, as he felt a tug at his line.  “I got a terrible big crab!”

“Well, I should say you had!” exclaimed his father, as he caught it in the net.  “It’s a wonder it didn’t pull you off the pier!”