"Yes, I think so," agreed her husband. "We were going at the end of the
week, anyhow, but, since getting this letter, I think we had better
start at once, or by to-morrow, anyhow."

"Oh, are we going home?" cried Rose.

"Yes, dear. Daddy thinks we had better. He just had a letter---- Be
careful, Mun Bun! Do you want to fall in again?" she cried, for the
little fellow, still wet from his first bath, had nearly slipped off the
edge of the pier once more, as he jumped back when the big crab again
climbed to the top of the peach basket.

"Come! I must take you up to the house and get dry clothes on you," said
Mun Bun's mother to him. "Then we must begin to pack and get ready to go
home. Our visit to Cousin Tom is at an end."

"Oh, dear!" cried the six little Bunkers.

But children, especially as young as they were, are seldom unhappy for
very long over anything.

"We can have a lot of fun at home," said Russ to Rose.

"Oh, yes, so we can. It won't be like the seashore, but we can have
fun!"

There was much excitement in Cousin Tom's bungalow at Seaview the next
day, for the Bunkers were packing to go back to their home in Pineville,
Pennsylvania.