“I think it’d be fun,” murmured Freddie.
Captain Crane and Cousin Jasper got in the small boat and rowed out into the bay. Anxiously the others watched them, hoping they would soon come back with word that the Swallow had been blown just around “the corner,” as Nan said, meaning around a sort of rocky point of the island, beyond which they could not look.
“I do hope we shall not have to camp out here all night,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a little shiver, as she looked around.
“Are you afraid of the mud turkles?” asked Flossie.
“No, dear. But I don’t want to sleep on the beach without a bed or any covers for you children.”
“Perhaps we shall not have to,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
They waited a while longer, watching the small boat in which were Captain Crane and Cousin Jasper, until it was rowed out of sight. Bert did not seem to mind much the prospect of having to stay all night on Palm Island.
Nan, however, like her mother and her father, was a bit worried. But Flossie and Freddie were having a good time digging in the sand with clam shells for shovels. The little twins did not worry about much of anything at any time, unless it was getting something to eat or having a good time.
“I know what I’m going to build!” cried Freddie.
“What?” demanded his twin quickly.