a fine time.

"My, this is cozy!" cried Cousin Tom, as, with Daddy Bunker, he came
down to see what the children were doing. "And you've had something to
eat, too!" he went on, as he saw some crumbs scattered about.

"Yes, we had some," said Russ, "but it's all gone now. But if you are
hungry I can get some more," and he started from the bungalow.

"Oh, no!" laughed Daddy Bunker, who had been told by his wife of Russ'
two visits to Cousin Ruth's kitchen. "I guess we don't feel hungry now.
Anyhow dinner will soon be ready."

The children played in the pirate bungalow all the remainder of the day,
stopping only for dinner and supper. The seaweed roof kept off the hot
August sun, and, as it did not rain, the holes in the covering did not
matter.

Rose and Violet took their dolls down and played with them there. Russ,
after a while, gave up being a pirate, and said his "prisoners" could
all go, but they seemed to like staying around the driftwood house.

"If we had a door on it we could stay in it all night," said Vi. "Why
didn't you make a door, Russ?"

"Too hard work," he answered. "Anyhow we don't want to stay down here
all night."

"The waves might come up and wash us away," said Rose.

Laddie, who had been smoothing the sand in one corner of the pirate
bungalow, now stopped and seemed to be thinking hard.

"What's the matter?" asked Russ.

"I have a new riddle," was the answer. "It's about a door."

"Is it why does a door swing?" asked Violet. "'Cause if it is, I can
answer that one. I've heard it before. A door swings because it isn't a
hammock."

"Nope! 'Tisn't that," said Laddie. "This is my new riddle. What goes
through a door, but never comes into the room?"

"Say it again," begged Russ, who had not been listening carefully.

"What goes through the door, but never comes into the room?" asked
Laddie again. "It's a good riddle, and I made it up all myself."

"Does it go out of the room if it doesn't come in?" asked Rose.

"Nope," answered Laddie, shaking his head. "It doesn't do anything. It
just goes through the door, but it doesn't come in or go out."

"Nothing can do that," declared Russ. "If a thing goes through the door
it's got to come in or go out, else it doesn't go through."

"Oh, yes, it does," said Laddie. "Do you give up?"

"Is it a cat?" asked Vi.

"Nope."

"A dog?"

"Nope."

"A turtle?" guessed Mun Bun, who didn't quite know what it was all
about, but who wanted to guess