"Oh, before we came down here, when we were at our Aunt Jo's in Boston," Russ explained, "we knew a boy named Sammie Brown. His father dug up some treasure on a desert island once. We thought maybe we could dig up some here."
"But we didn't—not yet," added Laddie.
"And I don't guess we ever will," said Russ. "Only we make believe, lots of times, that we're going to."
The three boys dug away and Mun Bun and Margy did the same, only more slowly. Then along came Rose and Violet.
"What are you doing?" Violet asked, getting in her question first, as usual.
"Digging holes," answered Russ.
"Seeing who can make the biggest," added George. "Mine's deeper than yours!" he said to Russ.
"Yes, but mine's going to be bigger. I'm going to make a hole big enough so I can stand down in it and dig. I'm going to make a regular well."
"I guess I will, too," decided George.
"So'll I," said Laddie.