"Well, I know why the cat is lashing her tail," said Russ. "Cats always do that when they think they're going to catch a bird. This cat thinks she's going to catch the robin. But she won't!"
"Why not?" asked Rose.
"'Cause I'm going to throw a stone at it—at the cat, I mean," explained Russ. He tossed a pebble at the cat, not hitting it, and the furry creature slunk away. The robin flew off, also, so it was not caught, at least not just then.
"I know a riddle about a robin!" said Laddie. "Only I can't think of it now," he added. "Maybe I shall after a while. Then I'll tell it to you. Go on, Sammie. Tell us more about how your father got the gold on the desert island."
"He dug for it," Sammie answered. "He and the other sailors just dug in the sand for it."
"With shovels?"
"No, they used big shells. It's easy to dig in the sand."
"Is sand the best place to dig for gold?" Rose wanted to know.
"I guess so," answered Sammie. "Anyhow there's always sand on a desert island, like that one where my father was."
"There's sand down at Cousin Tom's," put in Laddie. "I heard my mother say so. I'm going to dig for gold, and if I get a lot, Sammie, I'll send you some."