The lights were turned low again, and the moving picture show went on.  Bunny and Sue wished they could have stayed, but they were glad they could come again, as the man had invited them.

As Mrs. Wakefield led them down the street, toward their home, they saw Aunt Lu running to meet them.

“Oh, Bunny!  Sue!” she exclaimed.  “Where have you been?  I’ve looked all over for you!”

“We went to the moving pictures,” said Bunny.

“By the side door,” added Sue.  “And we were on the stage, and the people all laughed; didn’t they Bunny?”

“Yes, they did.  And the man said we could come back for nothing, and you are to bring us.  When will you, Aunt Lu?”

“Why—­why I don’t know what to think of it all!” their aunt exclaimed.  “In a moving picture show—­by the side door—­on the stage—­to go again for nothing—­I never saw such children, never!”

“Well, it all happened, just that way,” said Mrs. Wakefield, and she told how surprised she, and all the others in the theatre were to see Bunny and Sue wander out on the stage into the strong light.

“But you musn’t do it again,” Aunt Lu said, and of course Bunny and Sue promised they would not.

“Now come on down to the fish dock, and we’ll see the boats come in,” Bunny begged, and off they started.

There was much going on at Mr. Brown’s, dock that day.  Some boats were getting dressed up in new suits of sails, and others were being painted.  Then, too, a number of fishing boats came in, well filled with different kinds of fish.  Some had lobsters in them and there was one big one, with very large claws.

“That one’s claws are bigger than the claw you have, to play Punch and Judy with, Bunny,” said Sue.

“Yes,” agreed her brother, “but that claw is too big for my nose.”

“I should think so!” laughed Aunt Lu.  “Your whole little face would almost go in it, Bunny.  Oh dear!” she went on.  “I don’t like lobsters as much as I used to.”

“Why not?” asked Mr. Brown, who came out of his office to see his children and their aunt.  “I was going to have you take one up to the house to make into salad for dinner.  Why don’t you like lobsters any more, Aunt Lu?”

“Oh, because whenever I see them, and remember the one we had for supper the first night I came here, I think of my lost diamond ring, that I never shall find.”

“Yes, it is too bad,” agreed Mr. Brown.  “I thought you were going to find it, Bunny?”

“Well, Sue and I looked and looked and looked,” said the little fellow, “but we couldn’t find it anywhere!”

“Yes, they have tried,” said Aunt Lu.  “But never mind, we won’t talk about it.”

They looked into the other fishing boats, and then Bunker Blue came along.  As he had nothing much to do just then he took Aunt Lu and the children for a little ride in a motor boat, that went by gasoline, the same as does an automobile.  Only, of course, a boat goes in the water, and an automobile runs on land.