“I know he isn’t here,” said Sue. “But he could be here if they would let him out of the hospital. Maybe there’s a little piece of his ship that didn’t sink, and he could find that.”
“Maybe,” admitted Bunny. “But even if there was a little piece of his schooner left, it wouldn’t be big enough for his son to be on it, nor the treasure.”
“Maybe not,” agreed Sue. “I wonder if anybody will take Mr. Pott some more flowers and apples, Bunny?”
“I guess maybe they will,” he said.
A little while after that, as Bunny was watching one of the sailors splice, or mend, a rope on deck, Sue thought she would go to the stateroom and get her doll.
“I guess my doll needs some sea air,” said the little girl to herself.
Mrs. Brown was lying down in the stateroom, half asleep, when Sue entered softly to get the doll.
“What are you going to do, my dear?” asked Mrs. Brown drowsily.
“I’m going up on deck with my doll,” answered the little girl.
“Is Bunny with you?”