it. And, now that I recall it, he took one of my gloves when he
leaped out of the auto that day."

"The big, yellow dog that came into our yard and took my mother's
pocketbook didn't have any gloves on," explained Sue.

"No, he wouldn't be likely to have any on," agreed Mrs. Slater. "But he
might have carried one in his mouth."

"I didn't see it," said Bunny, shaking his head. "But he took the
pocketbook in his mouth and ran away."

They talked over the dog matter for some time, and then, as the storm
seemed to be growing worse again, Mrs. Slater began to think it was time
for her and Harry to go back to the hotel. A closed automobile was
called from the village, and in that the lady and her son prepared to
go to their hotel. It was then about eight o'clock in the evening.

"Mr. Slater has advertised for our lost dog," his wife said, as she was
departing. "If we ever find him, Bunny and Sue can look at Sandy and
make sure whether or not he is the dog that ran into their yard. Though,
of course, that will not bring back your ring, I am sorry to say," she
added.

The storm kept up all night and part of the next day. It rained hard and
the wind blew, though the thunder and lightning were soon over. It
settled into what the cove dwellers called a "nor'easter," and it was
not at all pleasant.

Bunny and Sue could not go out to play, but Uncle Tad and Bunker Blue
amused the children indoors. Mr. Brown had to go back to Bellemere, but
he went on the train, as the bay was so rough the boat did not run, and
Captain Ross had not returned with the _Fairy_.

"I wish Harry could come over and play with us," said Bunny on the
second day of the storm, as he stood with his nose pressed against the
window.

"It will be clear to-morrow," said Bunker Blue, who had come in from a
trip to the store. "The wind is working around and the sun will be out
to-morrow."

Bunny and Sue certainly hoped so, and when they arose the next morning
the first thing they did was to run to the window and look out
anxiously.

Bunker's prophecy had come true. The sun was shining and the wind was no
longer blowing, though the water in the bay was still rough.

"Let's go down to the beach!" cried Bunny, as soon as breakfast was
over. "Maybe we'll find a lot of things washed up on shore."

This was not unusual, for the storms along the coast, even in summer,
sometimes caused wrecks, and parts of them were often washed up on the
beach.

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