"
he added as he looked at Sue.

"Thank you," she answered. "I'll come if mother will let me."

"I guess we have to go on to Christmas Tree Cove in the morning,"
announced Bunny. "Anyhow, I'm much obliged for this ride," he said.
"Nero's a good goat," and he patted the head of the animal.

"Yes, he's a good goat," agreed the owner.

Then he took his horned steed back to the pony stand, the merry-go-round
started off again with the loud music, and Uncle Tad took Bunny and Sue
back to the _Fairy_.

Of course there was considerable talk and some laughter on board the
boat when the story was told of Bunny's goat ride. His mother, laughing,
told him never to do such a thing again, and, of course, Bunny said he
wouldn't.

"Did you like that ride?" questioned Sue, when they were getting ready
to go to bed.

"I did and I didn't," was Bunny's answer. "I got on the goat so
sudden-like I didn't have time to make up my mind about it. He was an
awful quick goat, Nero was."

"I guess most goats are quick. Once I saw a goat go after a man who was
pasting up bills on a board. My, but that man had to run to get out of
the way!"

"Maybe the goat wanted his bills or his paste," said Bunny. "I once
heard that goats love to eat billboard paper just for the paste on it."

"Maybe so."

Bright and early the next morning Bunker Blue arose and began to wash
down the decks of the boat. As he was splashing the water around in his
bare feet with his trousers rolled up, a young man with a bundle under
his arm came down to the dock.

"Here are the dresses and things Mrs. Brown lent to the young ladies,"
said the young man. "They are very much obliged. I brought them early,
for I thought maybe you'd want to get an early start."

"Yes, I believe we are going to leave soon," answered Bunker. "But I
don't like the looks of the weather," he added. "It seems to me we are
going to have a storm. If you get another canoe and paddle out in it,"
he said, "I wouldn't go too far from shore."

"Thank you, I'll be careful," was the answer.

Bunny and Sue awakened and got ready for breakfast, and Bunker told
about the visit of the young man. Then the children went out on deck to
look at the sea and sky.

I say the "sea," though really it was all part of Sandport Bay, and not
exactly the open ocean, though it was a very large body of water.

"Do you think it's going to rain, Bunker?" asked Sue.

"I think it's going to rain and blow, too," answ