basin full. The well had been thoroughly cleaned out that Spring
by the men whom the Winthrops sent up to put the bungalow in
order. They had wisely decided that it was better to have all the
water on the island fit to drink rather than to try to keep any
one from using an abandoned well.

"You and Dot wash," commanded Bobby, when his face was washed and
dried and his hands as neat as could be.

"I did wash my face 'fore breakfast," insisted Twaddles
indignantly. He thought that should last him a long time.

Bobby, however, was equally insistent, and Dot and Twaddles had to
bathe their hands and faces before he would let them share in the
contents of the lunch basket. Mother Blossom was used to
satisfying four good appetites, and the children ate every crumb
she had sent them.

Then they went back to their game, and Twaddles and Dot tried
their luck at locating buried treasure.

"Dig here, Bobby!" Twaddles cried. "This place sounds hollow,
honest it does."

"You don't tell me!" said another voice, a man's voice. "Why do
you suppose that is?"

Twaddles jumped, and Meg turned around, startled.