"We've dug holes and looked all over," said Russ, "but we can't find it."
"I wish we could find that box we had up on shore and that the waves came up and washed away," remarked Laddie. "Don't you 'member the box you were going to open, Daddy?"
"Yes, I remember," answered Mr. Bunker. "I would like to know what was in that. But I don't suppose we ever shall."
"And I guess we'll never get back Vi's doll that I lost," said Russ. "But when I get back home I'm going to save up and buy her another."
"That will be a nice thing to do," replied Mr. Bunker. "Of course Violet has, in a way, forgotten about her doll, but I'm sure she would like to have you get her another."
"And I will!" exclaimed Russ. He did not even dream how soon he was to do this.
"Well," said Cousin Tom, after the skate had been washed out to sea, "I don't believe, Daddy Bunker, that we are going to have any luck fishing to-day. I think we might as well go back to the bungalow and see what they have to eat."
"I hope they didn't count on us bringing some fish," said the father of the six little Bunkers with a laugh. "If they did we'll all go hungry."
"I don't want to be hungry," murmured Laddie, with a queer look at his father.
"Oh, he's only joking," whispered Russ. "I can tell by the way he laughs around his eyes."