“Are you hungry?”
“Course I am! Aren’t you?”
“A little,” admitted Teddy. It was long past the time when, each afternoon, the Curlytops were in the habit of having a little lunch.
“Maybe we’ll get something to eat on that island,” suggested Janet.
“Where?” asked her brother.
“Over there,” and she pointed to one in the distance. It was the nearest island to the drifting boat. “Why don’t you push over that way, Teddy?” Janet asked. “Steer over there.”
“I will,” answered the boy, and he changed the direction of the punt so that it was headed for the island.
The shore which Teddy and Janet had left to take to the boat—the shore where their summer cottage was located—seemed very far away indeed. Janet found herself wondering if they would ever get back to it. But now there was something else to wonder about, for they were nearing the island.
“We’ll land there in a minute,” Teddy said, for the tide was carrying them toward it.
“Do you s’pose anybody lives there?” Janet inquired.