"You can't dig cookies," said Mun Bun.
"You could dig one if you dropped yours in the sand," returned his sister.
"Yes, you could do that," agreed the little boy. "But it would be all sand, and it wouldn't be good to eat."
"I don't guess it would. We'll just dig clams. Anyhow, we hasn't any cookies to dig or to eat."
This was very true. And now the two little children began to hunt for clam shells to use for shovels in digging. They wanted the large shells of the hard clam, and soon each had one. Then they began to dig, as they had seen their father and Cousin Tom do. For Daddy Bunker had once taken Margy and Mun Bun with him and the other Mr. Bunker, when they went to dig soft clams.
Whether Margy and Mun Bun did not know how to dig, or whether there were no clams in the sand of the island I do not know. But I do know that the two little Bunkers did not find any, though they dug holes until their backs ached.
Then Margy said:
"Let's don't play this any more."
"What shall we play?" asked Mun Bun.
"Oh, let's see if we can find some wood and make little boats."