“I don’t care if the ship comes back or not,” declared Bunny Brown. “I like it here now.”
“So do I,” echoed his sister Sue. “We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we, Bunny?”
“Yes,” he answered. “We’re going in swimming, aren’t we, Daddy?”
Mr. Brown looked at his wife, smiled, and answered:
“As we haven’t any bathing suits for you two, I think that wading is about all you can do. Won’t that be enough?”
Bunny and Sue decided that it would be, and perhaps they were thinking of the “whale” about which their father had spoken in a joking way.
A little later Mrs. Brown let the children take off their shoes and stockings and splash about in the little cove where there was no surf and where the boat had first landed.
Mr. Brown was busy helping the sailors make another hut of the big palm leaves and grass which grew all about. Sam Trend had been in the tropics before and had watched the natives make their huts, so he knew how it was done and could tell the others.
In a short time a second hut was made near the first one, and this was for Will and Sam to sleep in, since it was somewhat cramped under the boat, though they did not find any fault.
“I wonder who made that first hut?” said Mrs. Brown to her husband, coming up the beach and leaving Bunny and Sue paddling in the warm water.