"Look, Daddy! What's that man doing?"
"Oh, I hear some music!"
These were some of the things the six little Bunkers said and shouted as they were on the boat going to Nantasket Beach. The day was a fine, sunny one, and they had started early in the morning to have as long a time as possible at the playground, for that is what Nantasket Beach really is.
Russ and Rose, Violet and Laddie, and Margy and Mun Bun ran here and there on the boat, finding different things to look at and wonder over on the vessel itself, or in the waters across which they were steaming.
Mother and Daddy Bunker sat with Aunt Jo in a shady place on deck, and watched the children at their play.
Russ and Laddie and the two older girls were standing near the rail, toward the front, or bow, of the boat, and they had to hold their hats on to keep them from being blown away.
"I would like a kite here," Laddie said. Then he watched some boats moving back and forth in the water, big ones and little ones, and, suddenly turning to his brother, said:
"I've got a new riddle."
"What is it?" Russ asked. "I can guess it."
"Nope! You can't!" Laddie went on. "And it's an easy one, too."