The Curlytops at Sunset Beach; Or, What Was Found in the Sand

by Howard Roger Garis

He was willing, so they sat together on the sand, Mrs. Keller picking up the dry, white grains in her hands and letting them run through her fingers.

AT LAST THE CURLYTOPS WERE AT SUNSET BEACH, AND THEY LOVED IT VERY MUCH.

“What are you doing, Trouble?” asked Mr. Keller of William.

“Makin’ a drinkin’ well for a nellifunt,” was the answer, and Trouble never looked up from his digging in the sand.

Mr. Keller became interested in what Ted was doing, and he helped the Curlytop boy fasten together the sticks and shingles for the sand mill.

“Do you think it will work?” asked Ted eagerly. For after he had started it he had seen that it was not so easy to make as he had thought.

“I think we can get it to work after a fashion,” Mr. Keller answered. “We need some nails, though.”

“I’ll run home and get them,” offered Ted. “Our cottage isn’t far away.”

“Won’t you come up and see it?” invited Janet. “We thought we saw you down here last night,” she went on, “and we tipped over an umbrella and hollered ‘boo!’ under it, but it was somebody else. It was Mr. and Mrs. Randall.”