"All right, only be careful of them," Father Blossom called back.

"What'll we do?" asked Dot, as they left the wharf and walked back
to the bungalow.

"Go up to the Harley house and see if we can see the pirates'
haunted ships," answered Bobby. "We can look 'way off with the
glasses. Where 'bouts are they, Meg?"

"I know. I'll get 'em," said Meg eagerly.

She ran upstairs and found the glasses hanging on the wall in
their leather case. They were a very fine pair, and the children
were not often allowed to use them.

The "haunted ships" that Bobby spoke of, were another "pretend"
the children enjoyed. Mother Blossom, reading to them one night,
had found a poem that told how the ships of the pirates were
condemned forever to sail the seas. The poem went on to say that
sometimes people saw these ghostly ships and that when they did
some of the buried treasure, part of the ill-gotten gains they had
once carried on their decks, was sure to be unearthed.

"I can't see a single ship," reported Bobby, when, after the four
children had walked to the north end of the island, he adjusted
the glasses and took a long look.

"Let me try," begged Meg.

She stared so long that Twaddles grew impatient for his turn.