"That's right," said Cousin Tom. "The tides are getting high now, as fall is coming on, and the tides are always highest in the spring and the autumn. But maybe we can get the box back, after all."
"How?" asked Russ eagerly.
"Well, it may come ashore again, farther up the beach," replied Cousin Tom.
"Then somebody else may find it and open it," Russ remarked.
"Yes, that may happen," said his father. "Well, we won't worry over it. We didn't lose anything, for we never really had it."
But, just the same, the six little Bunkers could not help feeling sorry for themselves at not having seen what was in the box. They kept wondering and wondering what it could have been.
But a day or so later they had nearly forgotten about what might have been a treasure, for they found many other things to do.
One afternoon Margy and Mun Bun, who had been freshly washed and combed, went down to the wharf where Cousin Tom kept his boat.
"Don't get in it, though," warned their mother. "You were carried away in a boat once, and I don't want it to happen again. Keep away from the boats."
"We will!" promised Mun Bun and Margy.