“Perhaps some natives lived here at one time,” said Mr. Brown. “Though we haven’t seen any signs of their being here now, it’s true. Or the hut may have been put up by some fishermen who stayed here for a time. It’s a good thing they left it for us.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed his wife. “But don’t you think we had better take a walk around this island to see how big it is and whether or not there really is any one else besides ourselves on it?”
“That would be a good idea,” replied Mr. Brown. “And on the other side of the island we may find a better place to stay than where we are.”
It was planned to make the trip as soon as the grass hut was finished, which would be in about a half hour. Mrs. Brown walked about and picked up some of the cocoanuts which the wind of the night before had blown down.
“Bunny and Sue will want some of the cocoanut milk to drink after they finish playing in the water,” she said. She looked down the beach at the two children splashing about.
Suddenly Sue gave a scream and dashed out of the water, her little skirts held high.
“Oh, Bunny! Bunny!” she cried. “It’s a big crab and it’s going to bite my toes!”
Bunny looked in the water where his sister pointed after she was safe up on the dry beach.
“It wasn’t a crab at all,” he shouted. “It’s just a bunch of seaweed. Come on back!”
“Well, anyhow, it felt like a crab nibbling my toes,” said Sue.