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"Only oh, goody I guess I've found the treasure!" he shouted. "Treasure!" cried Russ. "What do you mean?" "I guess I've found some gold in my hole!" went on Laddie. "Come and look! It shines like anything!" Russ and George leaped out of the holes they were digging and ran toward Laddie. Mrs. Bunker got up and hurried down the beach. Mun Bun and Margy followed. Rose and Violet went too.
"Never mind," she said, as she saw that the two little tots felt sorry. "I'll toast your candies for you. It's rather hard for you to do it." Mrs. Bunker's own candy was toasted a nice brown and all puffed up, for this is what happens when you toast marshmallows. So she gave Mun Bun and Margy some of hers, and then began to brown more.
"Whoy, th' Ribble, where yo speak on, mun be twenty yards across, if it be an inch; and no nag os ever wur bred could clear that, onless a witch wur on his back." "Don't allude to witches, Peter," said Nicholas. "I've had enough of them. But to come back to our steeds. Colour is matter of taste, and a man must please his own eye with bay or grey, chestnut, sorrel, or black; but dun is my fancy.
"Has he got all over being drowned?" Margy demanded. And even Mun Bun was a good deal troubled because Russ had got so wet. "If you had any candy in your pocket, Russ," the little boy said, "it must be all soft now. It won't be good to eat." "I didn't have any candy, Mun Bun," Russ told him. Russ was feeling a whole lot better now. Mammy June gave him a nice hot, sweet drink.
'Poor wench poor old wench, I'm loth to vex thee, I am; but a man mun speak out for the truth, and when I see the world going all wrong at this time o' day, bothering itself wi' things it knows nought about, and leaving undone all the things that lie in disorder close at its hand why, I say, leave a' this talk about religion alone, and set to work on what yo' see and know. That's my creed.
In about an hour she had a large bowl full of the picked-out meat, and the children all except Mun Bun and Margy, who were too little to be allowed to eat any said the crabs were better than fish. Daddy and Mother Bunker liked them, too. "Some of the crabs have awful big claws," remarked Russ after dinner, as he looked at a pile of the legs and claws.
She's noane t' worse for her bath, a'll be bound. 'I mun go let me, said Sylvia, struggling with his detaining hand, which he had laid upon her in the fear that she would slip down to the ground in a faint, so ashen-gray was her face. 'Let me, Bella, I mun go see her. He let go, and she stood still, suddenly feeling herself too weak to stir.
But it do surely look to me as though we must do some'at pretty soon, because I don't believe as that wrack'll last so very much longer. Look to mun, how her do roll, and look how the sea do breach her! There must be tons o' water a-pouring down into her hold every minute, and Lard be merciful there a goeth.
"It doesn't look much as though they appreciated your hospitality, Josephine," said Daddy Bunker to his sister, smiling over the top of Mun Bun's head as he held the little fellow. "Oh!" cried Rose instantly, "we have had an awfully nice time here. We always do have nice times here. But we want to go with Daddy, and so does Mother."
Sometimes pirates used to capture ships, take off the passengers and set them on an island without leaving a boat. And the poor passengers were marooned. They could no more get off than could Margy and Mun Bun. "Marooned! That's what they are!" said Mr. Burnett. "I'll have to go over and get 'em, just as I got 'em when they drifted down the inlet in the boat.
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