"Because it has five arms, or perhaps they are legs, and as a star, such
as you see in our flag, has five points, they call the fish that name.
It is shaped like a star, you see. It doesn't twinkle, and it eats
oysters, so I have read."

"How does it crack the oyster shells?" asked Vi.

"Oh, now you are asking too many questions for a little girl, and some
that I can't answer," said Mrs. Bunker with a laugh. "Run along and play
in the sand with Rose. But don't go too far, for it will be time for
supper soon. And don't forget about the boat!"

"I hope we find a starfish," said Laddie, glad he had something new to
think about.

"Could I make up a riddle about one, Mother?"

"I guess so, if you tried hard."

"I know a riddle about the sand," went on the little chap. "Why is the
sand like a boy?"

"It isn't," said Rose. "Sand isn't at all like a boy."

"Yes, it is," went on Laddie. "A boy runs and so does sand."

"Sand doesn't run," declared Rose.

"Yes, it does," insisted her little brother. "I heard you say that some