There were many kinds of canned food in the boat lockers, and the balmy evening air that hovered over Cocoanut Island, as Bunny called it, was soon fragrant with the aroma of the cooking. Sue and her brother sniffed the air hungrily. So did the two sailors.
There were tin plates and cups in the boat and a box cast up on the beach was made to serve as a table. Soon all were seated about it on the warm sand, eating a jolly meal.
“I’m glad we came here,” said Bunny Brown.
“So’m I,” echoed his sister Sue. “Elizabeth likes it, too. Eat your dinner, Elizabeth,” she went on, pretending to feed the doll.
“Pooh, she can’t eat!” scoffed Bunny.
“She can so!” cried Sue. “My child can sleep and eat and talk.”
“You can’t hear her talk,” said Bunny.
“Well, maybe you can’t hear her,” admitted Sue. “She talks, all the same. She talks in whispers.”
“Well, I never heard her,” said the little boy.
After the meal the children played on the sand and went down to the edge of the water, finding a big crab which they watched as it walked along in its funny, side motion.