Bunny called it, for the motor was not running like a sewing machine
down in the hold of the boat.

Nearer and nearer the boat approached the shore. The clumps of green
trees became more plain. Soon little houses and bungalows could be seen.
Then the children saw a long dock extending out into the water.

"That's where we tie up," said Captain Ross. "I think the wind will hold
until we get there."

"It's too bad you had such bad luck bringing us here," said Mrs. Brown.
"I'm sorry, Captain, that your boat is broken."

"Oh, a smashed propeller isn't anything," he answered, with a laugh. "I
was going to get a new one, anyhow. I'll just land you folks and then
I'll sail back to Bellemere and have my boat fixed."

"And then you can come back and get us," said Sue; "but not for a long,
long time, 'cause Bunny and I are going to stay at Christmas Tree Cove
and have fun."

"That's what we are!" said Bunny Brown.

Slowly the boat swept up to the dock. Then the sail was lowered, and she
was tied fast. Next began the work of unloading the things the Browns
had brought with them to keep house all summer in the little bungalow,
which was not far from the dock.

Mr. Brown, Uncle Tad, Captain Ross and Bunker Blue unloaded the things,
and Mr. Brown hired a man to cart them to the bungalow. Bunny and Sue
said good-bye to Captain Ross, who, with the help of a man whom he could
hire at Christmas Tree Cove, would sail his boat back later that day.
Then the children, with their mother, walked up a little hill to the
little house where they hoped to spend many happy days.

"Oh, isn't it pretty!" exclaimed Sue, as she strolled up the path,
bordered with clam shells. "It's awful nice here."

"I hope you will like it," said Mrs. Madden, the woman who had been
engaged by Mr. Brown to open the bungalow and sweep it out in readiness
for the family. "I live near here, and we like it very much," she added,
as she held the door open for Mrs. Brown and the children.

"Can you catch any fish?" asked Bunny, looking down toward the water and
the dock where his father and the others were lifting things out from
the boat.

"Oh, yes, there's fine fishing and clamming and crabbing," said Mrs.
Madden. "My boy and girl will show you the best places."

"That will be nice," said Mrs. Brown. "Now we'll have a look at the
place." Neither Mother Brown nor the children had yet seen the bungalow
which Mr. Brown had engaged for them.

They went insid