"Are we going to have breakfast on the boat?" asked Russ, as he helped his father gather up the baggage, whistling meanwhile a merry tune.
"No, I think we will go to a restaurant on shore," said Mr. Bunker. "I want to telegraph to Cousin Tom, and let him know we are coming, and I think we shall all enjoy a meal on shore more than on the boat after it has tied up at the dock."
So on shore they all went, and Daddy Bunker, after leaving the hand baggage at the dock where they were to take the Atlantic Highlands boat later in the day, took them to a restaurant.
"Shall we have good things to eat?" asked Violet, as she walked along by her mother's side.
"Of course, my dear," was the answer. "That is what restaurants are for."
"Will they have as good things as we had at Aunt Jo's?"
"Well, yes, I think so."
"Will they have strawberry shortcake?"
"You don't want that for breakfast!" laughed Daddy Bunker, turning around, for he was walking ahead with Russ.
"I like strawberry shortcake," went on Violet. "It's good and mother said they had good things in a rest'ant. I want strawberry shortcake."