now."

"That's a pretty good riddle," said Uncle Tad, while the two children
laughed. "I must remember that to tell my old friend Joe Jamison when I
get back to Bellemere. A cake of soap washes you ashore! Ha! Ha!"

"Oh, I know a lot of better ones than that," said Captain Ross. "Only I
can't think of 'em just now. Well, all clear, Bunker?" he called.

"Yes, sir," was the answer.

"Then start the motor."

And soon the _Fairy_ was under way again.

Supper was served as the boat slipped through the blue water of the big
bay. It was a calm, quiet, peaceful night, quite different from the one
of the storm, and Bunny and Sue did not have to be strapped in their
bunks. They slept well, and when they came on deck in the morning they
looked over toward shore.

"Oh, what a lot of Santa Claus trees!" cried Sue. "Look, Bunny!"

"That's Christmas Tree Cove up there," said Captain Ross, pointing to
the evergreens where they were thickest. "We'll soon be there."

"And, oh, what fun we'll have!" cried Bunny. "I'm going to dig clams and
catch crabs, and we'll have a clambake on shore, Sue."

"And my dolls can come to it, can't they?" asked the little girl. "I
brought some of my dolls with me, but they're packed up," she added.

"Oh, yes, your dolls can come to the clambake," agreed Bunny. "Will
there be any other boys up at Christmas Tree Cove to play with?" he
asked his father.

"Or girls?" Sue wanted to know.

"Yes. It is quite a summer resort," was the answer. "I fancy you will
have plenty of playmates."

"I had better be getting things ready to go ashore, I suppose," said
Mrs. Brown.

"Yes," answered her husband. "I'll help you."

They were just going down into the cabin, and Bunny and Sue were on
deck, looking at the distant green trees, when there was a sudden
shock, a bump, and the boat keeled far over to one side. It seemed as if
the _Fairy_ had struck something in the water.

"Oh, we're going to sink!" cried Sue.

CHAPTER XIII

A CRASH

Bunker Blue, who was at the steering wheel of the _Fairy_, heard the
dull noise, felt the shock, and saw the boat tip over to one side.
Instantly he pulled the wire which shut off the motor, and then he
turned the steering wheel over, trying to make the boat come upright
again.

This the craft did, though Sue kept on calling:

"We're going to sink!"

Soon the boat was resting quietly in the water, on a "level keel," as a
sailor would say, and floating slow