As they were to make an early morning start, Bunny and Sue had said good-bye to their boy and girl friends the evening before. As they walked past Mr. Foswick's carpenter shop with Uncle Tad, who went down the street with them at the last minute to buy something Mrs. Brown wanted, the children looked at the wood-working place.
"Wouldn't it be funny if that dog should be hiding around here?" asked Sue of her brother.
"Yes," he agreed, "it would be. But I don't see him."
"I guess if he is here he's hiding," Sue went on. "Maybe there's a hole under the floor of the shop and he's there, just as once at Grandpa's farm in the country we found where a hen had her nest under the floor in the barn. And it had eggs in it!"
"Dogs don't make nests like hens," said Bunny.
"Oh, I know that!" retorted Sue. "But maybe this dog hid the pocketbook under the boards in the shop floor."
"I hardly think so," put in Uncle Tad. "He probably dropped that pocketbook in the street, and either some one picked it up and kept it, or else it was dropped down a sewer."
"But if anybody found it, wouldn't we have got it back?" asked Bunny. "Daddy put an advertisement in the paper."
"Maybe we would and maybe we wouldn't," said Uncle Tad. "Anyhow, it's gone."
Bright and early the next morning Bunny Brown and his sister Sue went aboard the Fairy, which was tied at their father's dock. The Brown home had been shut up, the things that were needed had been put on board the boat, Mrs. Brown was keeping an eye on the children to see that they did not stray away, and Uncle Tad was stowing away the baggage in the cabin.