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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I thought it was lightning," said Laddie. "It is a kind of lightning," said Daddy Bunker. "For the light is made by electricity, and lightning and electricity are the same thing, though no one has yet been able to use lightning to read by." Mrs. Bunker, who had left Rose in charge of Margy and Mun Bun, came out on deck with Violet, and met her husband and the two boys.
My, how the sand was flying on the beach now! Russ, Laddie and George were all digging as fast as they could with their shovels, each one trying to make the biggest hole. Mun Bun and Margy dug also, but, though they made a lot of sand fly, they did not always dig in the same place. Instead of keeping to one hole they made three or four. But they had just as much fun.
"They do down here," said Russ, reaching the kennel and looking in while Bobo stood by as though he still wondered why Mun Bun and Margy had tried to turn him out of his house. Just then one of the colored men, who was a gardener, came along and stooped to look into the kennel too. "For de lan's sake!" he cried, "what you childern doin' in dat dog kennel?"
"We didn't mean to," repeated Mun Bun. And of course the children did not. They had been playing in the boat as it was tied to the wharf, and they never thought it would get loose. Just how this happened was never found out. Perhaps Mun Bun or Margy might have pulled at the knot in the rope until they loosened it, and the tug of the tide did the rest.
They kept wondering and wondering what it could have been. But a day or so later they had nearly forgotten about what might have been a treasure, for they found many other things to do. One afternoon Margy and Mun Bun, who had been freshly washed and combed, went down to the wharf where Cousin Tom kept his boat. "Don't get in it, though," warned their mother.
Margy saw it, and, being very fond of animals, she wanted to pet it. But the cat, young as it was, seemed to be afraid. As Margy ran from Rose's side and trotted after the furry animal, it gave a sudden scamper under another stand. But Margy had chased kittens before, and she knew that once they got under something they generally stayed near the front edge, hoping they would not be seen.
"Has it got honey in to make it sweet?" "No time for questions now," said Mother Bunker. "Save them until we get to Grandpa's." "I'm hungry!" wailed Margy. "I want something to eat!" "So do I!" added Mun Bun. "There's a lunch counter in this station," said Grandpa Ford. "If you want to we can get the children something to eat here, and perhaps we'd better, before we start on the long, cold drive.
"Oh, what will happen to them?" went on Mother Bunker, as she reached Russ standing near the edge of the inlet. She could see the boat, with Margy and Mun Bun in it, drifting farther and farther away. "Oh, I must get them!" Mrs. Bunker was just about to rush into the water, all dressed as she was. She had an idea she might wade out and get hold of the boat to bring it back.
In a sheltered place, behind a hedge, was a little house, sure enough. And it was not so very little after all, for when they went into it they could both stand upright. "There isn't any window," said Mun Bun. "This isn't a regular house." "Of course, it's a house," Margy declared. "It's got a doorway, and "
With final good-byes to Norah and some of the neighbors who gathered to see the party off, Mrs. Bunker started for the car, at the steering wheel of which sat Jerry Simms. "Are we all here?" asked Daddy Bunker. "Wait until I count noses. Let me see: Russ, Rose, Vi, Laddie, Mun Bun and " Just then Mrs. Bunker uttered a cry. "Why, where is Margy?" And where was Margy?
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