As the August days went on, the children played in the sand and had many good times. Often they would pretend to be digging for gold, as they had heard Sammie Brown tell of his father having done, but they had given up hoping to find any.
"But we might find my locket," said Rose.
"And we might find that queer box the tide washed away before we could see what was in it," said Russ. "I wish we could find that."
Often he would walk along the beach looking at the driftwood and other things cast up by the waves and hope for a sight of the mysterious box.
"If we'd only seen what was in it we wouldn't feel so bad," said Rose. "But it's like a puzzle you never can guess."
One evening Daddy Bunker came home from the village with some round tin boxes.
"What's in 'em?" cried Violet, always the first to ask a question.
"Let's guess!" proposed Laddie. "Maybe I can make up a riddle about 'em."
"I know what's in them," said Russ. "I can read it on the box. It's marshmallow candies."
"Oh, are we going to have a marshmallow roast on the beach?" cried Rose.