"Oh, look at the little dog!" cried Rose, as she put a fresh marshmallow on her stick. "He smells our candy! May I give him one, Daddy?"
"Yes, but give him one that isn't toasted. He might burn himself on a hot one. Whose dog is he?"
"He just ran over to me from down there," and Rose pointed to some boys and girls about another fire farther down the beach, who were also roasting marshmallows. The dog seemed glad to be with Rose and his new friends, and let each of the six little Bunkers pat him. He ate several candies and then ran back where he belonged.
"Oh, he was awful cute!" exclaimed Vi. "I wish we could keep him. Couldn't we have a dog some time?"
"Maybe, when we get back home again," promised Mother Bunker.
The marshmallow roast was fun, and even after the candies had all been eaten the party sat on the beach a little longer, looking at the waves in the moonlight.
"Now it's time to go to bed!" called Mother Bunker. "Margy and Mun Bun are so sleepy they can't keep their eyes open. Come on! We'll have more fun to-morrow!"
"I'm going crabbing off the pier," declared Russ. "There's lots of crabs now, Mr. Burnett says."
"Yes, August is a good month to catch crabs," returned Cousin Tom.
"I'm going fishing," said Laddie. "Can you catch fish off your pier, Cousin Tom?"