Cousin Ruth looked again all through the bungalow for the gold locket,
and, whenever any one thought of it, he or she poked about in the sand.
But the locket seemed gone forever.

There was plenty to do at Seaview to have fun. The children could go in
wading and swimming, they could play in the sand, they could sail toy
boats in the inlet and they could go out in a real boat with their
father or Cousin Tom.

More than once they were taken out on the quiet waters, and they sat in
the boat while their father or his nephew fished. Once Russ held the
pole and he caught a funny, flat fish, that seemed as if it had been put
through the wringer which squeezed the water out of the clothes on wash
day.

"What kind of fish is that?" asked Violet, when she saw it flapping
about in the bottom of the boat.

"It's a flounder," answered Cousin Tom.

"Is it good to eat?"

"Yes, very good."

"Maybe it swallowed Rose's locket. Do you think so, Daddy?" asked the
little girl.

"Oh, no, Vi. Now don't ask so many questions, please."

"Could I ask a riddle?" Laddie wanted to know.