It was a glorious day for a picnic. They were all up early and the lunches were packed in boxes and baskets.
"Are we going to take the mother cat and her kittens?" asked Margy, when the time came for the start.
"Oh, indeed no!" said Mrs. Bunker.
"Well, how are they going to get anything to eat if we leave 'em home here all alone?" Mun Bun wanted to know.
"I'll put a saucer of milk where they can get it for their dinner, Margy," answered Captain Ben. "And we'll be home in time to feed them this evening."
That satisfied the two smaller children, and, after a last pat and rub of the purring mother and kittens, Margy and Mun Bun joined the others in the motor boat.
Over the sparkling waters of the bay at Grand View went the Spray. The six little Bunkers looked toward the island where they were to spend the day on a picnic, and soon they reached it.
"Can we go barefoot?" asked Vi, almost as soon as she had stepped out on the sandy beach.
"Yes. But be careful about stepping on sharp shells," her mother cautioned her.
"I'm going to take off my shoes, too!" said Mun Bun, and soon the four youngest Bunkers were wiggling their toes on the soft, warm sand.