“And if there are cocoanuts on them can we eat some?” Sue asked.
“We’ll see about it,” was her mother’s answer.
“Cocoanuts are all right if you don’t eat too many,” said Sam Trend. “The milky pulp of a cocoanut makes a fine drink.”
“I want some!” announced Bunny Brown.
“Be patient until you get on shore,” said his father.
The boat was rowed around to the little bay where two long, sheltering rocky points kept the big waves from breaking. It was a calm and safe place to land.
The boat grated on the sandy, pebbly shore, and as one of the sailors jumped out to pull it farther up the beach, Bunny scrambled over the edge.
“I’m on shore! I’m on shore!” he cried, gayly dancing about.
“It certainly is a good feeling to know we are once more on solid land,” sighed Mrs. Brown, with an air of contentment. “I like voyaging,” she added quickly, “but I’m glad to be ashore once again.”
“Yes, so am I,” said Mr. Brown.