“So am I! I’m going swimming, too!” cried Sue.
“Stop them! Don’t let them go in yet! It would be just like them to dash into the water. Stop them, Walter!” cried Mrs. Brown.
Mr. Brown jumped up from the grass bed and saw Bunny and Sue going out of the door of the hut, Sue carrying her Elizabeth doll whom, doubtless, she intended bathing.
“Wait a minute!” laughed Mr. Brown, catching hold of the children. “Let’s see about this swimming business! I must pick out a good place for you—you don’t want to go in where there are any whales.”
“Oh, no, of course not!” cried Sue.
“All right—we’ll wait,” agreed Bunny, who had not thought of this.
As Bunny had said, the storm had stopped and the sun was shining. It was a lovely morning and the sea was calm. Cocoanut Island was a beautiful place.
Will and Sam had come out from beneath the boat and were down at the edge of the sea washing their hands and faces.
“We’ll soon have some hot coffee made for you!” called Will, for the alcohol stove had been put back in the boat locker with the spare food.
In a little while Mr. and Mrs. Brown were sipping the hot coffee while Bunny and Sue were drinking warm milk. No, it was not real, fresh milk, for the milkman did not stop at Cocoanut Island and there were no cows on it, so far as the castaways knew. But in the boat were cans of evaporated milk, and when this had been warmed with a little hot water it made a good drink for the children.