"I can eat a lot of 'em without getting sick," declared Laddie.
"I like 'em, too," said Vi. "Where do the marshmallow candies come from, Daddy?" she asked.
"From the store, of course!" exclaimed Laddie.
"No, I mean before they get to the store," went on the little girl. "Does a hen lay the marshmallows, same as chickens lay eggs?"
"Oh, no!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "Marshmallow candy is made from sugar and other things, just as most candies are."
As the six little Bunkers, with their father and mother and Cousin Tom and his wife, walked down to the shore of the sea, which was light from the beams of a silvery moon, Laddie said:
"I have a new riddle!"
"Is it about marshmallows?" asked Vi.
"No. But the candies made me think of it," replied her brother. "It's about a fire."
"What is your riddle about a fire?" asked Cousin Ruth, who always liked to hear Laddie ask his funny questions.