"We're going to dig for gold, like Sammie Brown's father," declared Laddie. "If we find a lot of it we can buy a ticket for Coney Island."
"What makes them call it Coney Island?" asked Vi. "Did they find some coneys there?"
"I don't know," her father replied.
"What's a coney, anyhow?" went on the little girl.
"I don't know the answer to that question, either," said Mr. Bunker. "You'll have to ask me something else, Vi."
"Maybe it's an ice-cream cone they meant," said Russ, "and they changed it to coney."
"Did they, Daddy?" Vi wanted to know.
"Well, you have a questioning streak on to-day," laughed her father. "I'm sorry I can't tell you how Coney Island got its name."
So the children looked, first on one side of the boat and then on the other as they steamed along. Now and then Vi asked questions. Russ whistled and thought of many things he would make when he reached Cousin Tom's. Laddie tried to think up a riddle about why the smoke from the steamer did not stack up in a pile, instead of blowing away, but he couldn't seem to think of a good answer. And, as he said:
"A riddle without an answer isn't any fun, 'cause you don't know when people guess it wrong or right."