"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.