"Oh, we can't stay all night!" objected Sue.
"Well, we'll stay all day, anyhow," Bunny said. "And we'll go home when it gets dark, and to-morrow we'll come back and stay all night."
"That'll be fun," agreed Sue. "Now we'll go on the island."
As yet the children were not off the raft. Their make-believe boat had grounded on one of the sandy stretches that marked the shore of the island, and there it stayed. Bunny took the mooring rope and made it fast to a tree stump on shore. He did not want the raft to float away as, more than once, some of his father's boats had floated off from the dock.
Then Bunny and Sue, taking the bag of lunch with them, went on shore—that is on the island. It was a pleasant place, with trees and bushes to make shade, and with birds to sing to them.
"There doesn't anybody live here, I guess," Sue said, as they walked about, looking on every side.
"Nobody ever lives on an island 'cepting pirates," Bunny said; "and we're them."
"Maybe there are other pirates here," suggested Sue.
"If there are we'll fight 'em!" Bunny said.
"Oh!" exclaimed his sister, "mother wouldn't like to have us fight."