"I don't know. I s'pose 'cause they like it."
"Do fish go backwards?" the little girl went on.
"I never saw any," Russ answered.
"And can they stand on their heads?" went on the little girl.
But no one could answer this question, and there was no time to do so, anyhow, as they were now at Cousin Tom's bungalow, and from it came the smell of many good things that had been cooked for supper.
"My! you have a houseful with all of us Bunkers," said the children's mother, as they gathered about the table.
"Yes. There wouldn't be room for many more," said Cousin Tom's pretty wife. "But I like company."
"Even if they eat so much it will keep you busy buying more?" asked Daddy Bunker.
"Oh, I guess they won't do that," replied Cousin Tom, laughing.
"We're going to dig gold in the sand, and then we can buy our own things to eat," declared Laddie.