"I would!" cried Russ.
"So would I," said Rose.
"What is it like?" asked Vi, who, you might know, would ask a question the first thing.
"Well, it's like fishing, only it isn't quite so hard for little folk," said Cousin Tom. "Come along, if you're through playing, and I'll show you how to go crabbing."
"Are Daddy and Mother going?" asked Rose.
"Yes, we'll all go. Come along."
The six little Bunkers followed Cousin Tom up the beach to the inlet. There, tied to a pier not far from Cousin Tom's bungalow, was a large boat. Near it stood Mother and Father Bunker and Cousin Ruth. Cousin Ruth had some peach baskets, two long-handled nets and some strings to the ends of which were tied chunks of meat.
"Are we going to feed a dog?" asked Russ.
"No, that is bait for the crabs," said Cousin Tom. "Come, now, get into the boat, and we'll go for a new kind of fishing."