"Oh, shall we ever get off?" Margy asked, and her voice sounded as though she might cry before long. "I can't ever wade to shore when the water is so deep. What are we going to do?"
"We'll call for Daddy!" said Mun Bun.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MARSHMALLOW ROAST
When anything happened to Mun Bun or his sister Margy they always called for Daddy or Mother Bunker. The other children did the same thing, though of course Margy and Mun Bun, being the youngest, naturally called the most, just as they were the ones who were most often in trouble that needed a father or a mother to straighten out.
"Our island's getting terrible small," said Margy; "and the water's gettin' deeper all around us."
"Yes," agreed Mun Bun, as he got in the middle of what was left of the circle of sand and looked about. "The water is deep. I guess I'd better call!"
"I'll help you," said Margy.
The two children stood in the center of the sandy island that was all the while getting smaller because the tide was rising and covering it, and they called: