“Are we on an island?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“Not exactly; but we aren’t far from one. A sand-bar runs out under water from the island for quite a distance. It was the sand-bar we grounded on. But we were going so slowly, on account of the fog, that the ship isn’t damaged.”
“That’s good,” said Mrs. Brown. Then she told of the children wanting to stay with her until their father returned, and how Bunny had tried to hold his eyes open. “I guess you’d better take him in your room now,” she added.
“I will,” said Bunny’s father. Gently he lifted the little sleeping boy in his arms. Bunny did not awaken, but murmured in his sleep:
“Don’t let the cow blow the foghorn!”
“He’s still thinking of it,” said his mother softly.
The next morning when Bunny and Sue awakened after a quiet night they were surprised that they had slept through it all and had not heard their father come back to the stateroom to tell about the Beacon going aground.
“Why didn’t you wake me up when daddy came back?” Bunny wanted to know.
“And me, too!” added Sue.
“You were sleeping so beautifully I didn’t have the heart,” answered their mother. “Besides, there wasn’t much to tell you and nothing to see in the fog and the darkness. But now the fog has gone, and you may go up on deck and look about you.”