Sunny Boy sat up, rather frightened and extremely uncomfortable. There was sand in his yellow hair, sand in his eyes, and sand in his mouth.
“Ugh!” he spluttered. “Ugh! I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t even breathe!”
“Why, Sunny Boy, what happened to you?” asked his mother wonderingly. “This is Ellen and Ralph’s mother, dear.”
Mrs. Gray smiled down at Sunny. She was very tall and had gray hair. Sunny Boy held out his hand to her.
“You got rather the worst of it, didn’t you?” she said to him. “I think you must have pulled the sand house down upon you. But a swim will fix you up. Your mother tells me you are going in to-day.”
“Aunt Bessie is waiting for you at the house,” Mrs. Horton told Sunny Boy. “She and Aunt Betty are going in bathing this morning. They’ll look after you. I mean to sit here and sew with Mrs. Gray and watch you.”
Sunny Boy turned to trot off to the bungalow, but came back.
“What did Queen have?” he asked curiously.
“An orange,” answered Ellen promptly. “I guess she stole it from some one’s lunch box.”
Aunt Bessie was sitting on the porch knitting, a raincoat thrown over her bathing suit.