After the umbrellas were in position, he and Daddy strolled up the beach. Sunny Boy soon took off his shoes and stockings and then he could walk along the edge of the water and let the waves come up over his feet.
“There’s Ellen,” he cried presently. “I know, ’cause she has on a yellow dress. And there’s a little boy with her. Look, Daddy.”
Ellen saw them, and waved her hand.
“’Lo!” she called, running up to them. “This is my brother, Ralph. Are you going bathing?”
“When Mother finds the bathing suits,” Sunny assured her. “Come on wading. That’s heaps of fun.”
Ellen shook her head.
“Can’t to-day,” she responded briefly. “Yesterday Ralph an’ I took our shoes and stockings off after Mother said we shouldn’t, and we went in too far and got our best clothes wet. We can’t go wading again for two days.”
“Then why not build a sand fort?” suggested Mr. Horton sympathetically. “Three of you can build a fine one. I’ll sit right here and keep a look-out for Mother so she won’t miss us.”
“Yes, that would be fun,” agreed Ellen. “Come on, Sunny.”
“All right,” responded Sunny Boy briefly. “Are you going to play, Ralph?”