head out of the car window kept on screaming, and the conductor, standing

where the fire begins to burn the stick, the stick begins to beat the dog,

reeting the six little Bunkers to look at Margy and the d

loudly once, and then the train came to a stop. Out of t

"Oh, my pet dog! I th

'cause he liked me. I almost got a little kitten, but it went under a stand and when I pulled it out Mother

uldn't give up my pet Carlo. He is all I have!" and

dy?" asked the conductor,

I saw the little girl pick him up. Then I pulled the whistle-cor

get back on again," said the conducto

'm sure you would love him," said the woman to

or was waiting, watch in hand, for the train had stopped after it had started away from the

e and then I didn't have it. Then I had a littl

the head. "You can come down to the bungalow and play in the

sh down in your o

can catch 'em," said

e any gold?"

. "But then I never had much time to dig for it.

Bunker. "Don't pick up any more st

the little girl. "I loved hi

, and, dividing themselves between two of these, the Bunkers and Cousin Tom and his wife were soon driving down toward the ocean, for Cousin Tom lived on a street not far from the

Cousin Ruth, of Mrs. Bunker, as sh

gy crawled under a fruit stand in New York to get a stray kitten, and Mun Bun got mixed up with another little boy

n Ruth with a smile, as she looke

et into mischief once in a while, but they are usually pretty go

l love them all-every one!

Mrs. Bunker. "But don't fuss too much ov

ch, where Cousin Tom and his wife lived, there was plenty of bread and jam for the hungry children-and hungr

nker had laid aside their things and the baggage had been carried to the different rooms.

r the children just then finished their bread and b

an "inlet." That is, the waters of the ocean came into the land for quite a distance, making a place where boats could get in and out without going through the su

nd lobster boats, and they could run

d dig in the sand

e, too,"

warned her mother. "Perhaps you had better go

them," was the answer, and Rose beca

thing. They wandered about the big porch of

?" asked Cousin R

use to dig for gol

Is that a riddle?" for she had heard tha

n't a riddle at all. Sammie Brown's father dug for go

re we shall soon be rich. But I wouldn't be too sure about it, Laddie. Some sand may not have any gold in it. But you m

Bun went also, with Rose, while Russ, having found some bits of driftwood, began to whittl

n Tom and his wife, telling them about their trip and th

e rest of the summer wi

to have us, for I think the children will like it here. And we are more than glad

husband. "Is it all right for the children

id you think anythi

know. It's so

" said Cousin Tom. "At low tide you can wade quite a distance out. The chil

d a boy whose father was a sea captain, and who, I believe, did once find gold on an island. It

not," said

played outside. The sun was going down, and it would soon be time for supper, w

ome back! You mustn't

ho could not see from her window what was going on. "What

little boy's v

gold. No, I won't come back, Rose. I'

appen, Mrs. Bunker ran out on the por