y were good to eat.

"Oh, look at the little dog!" cried Rose, as she put a fresh marshmallow
on her stick. "He smells our candy! May I give him one, Daddy?"

"Yes, but give him one that isn't toasted. He might burn himself on a
hot one. Whose dog is he?"

"He just ran over to me from down there," and Rose pointed to some boys
and girls about another fire farther down the beach, who were also
roasting marshmallows. The dog seemed glad to be with Rose and his new
friends, and let each of the six little Bunkers pat him. He ate several
candies and then ran back where he belonged.

"Oh, he was awful cute!" exclaimed Vi. "I wish we could keep him.
Couldn't we have a dog some time?"

"Maybe, when we get back home again," promised Mother Bunker.

The marshmallow roast was fun, and even after the candies had all been
eaten the party sat on the beach a little longer, looking at the waves
in the moonlight.

"Now it's time to go to bed!" called Mother Bunker. "Margy and Mun Bun
are so sleepy they can't keep their eyes open. Come on! We'll have more
fun to-morrow!"

"I'm going crabbing off the pier," declared Russ. "There's lots of crabs
now, Mr. Burnett says."

"Yes, August is a good month to catch crabs," returned Cousin Tom.

"I'm going fishing," said Laddie. "Can you catch fish off your pier,
Cousin Tom?"

"Oh, yes, sometimes. But don't catch any Sallie Growlers."

"What's a Sallie Growler?" asked Vi, before any one else could speak.

"Oh, you'll know as soon as you catch one," laughed her cousin. Then he
picked up Mun Bun, who was really asleep by this time, and carried him
up to the house, while Daddy Bunker took Margy, whose eyes were also
closed.

True to their promises Russ and Laddie went down to the little boat
wharf the next morning after breakfast. Russ had the crab net and a
chunk of meat tied to a string. Laddie had a short pole and line and a
hook baited with a piece of clam, for that was what fishermen often
used, Cousin Tom said.

"Now we'll see who catches the first fish!" exclaimed Laddie, as he sat
down on the pier.

"I'm not fishing for fish, I'm fishing for crabs," said Russ.

"Well, in this race we'll count a crab and a fish as the same thing,"
returned Laddie. "We'll see who gets the first one."

The boys waited some time. Now and then Russ would feel a little tug at
his line, as if the crabs were tasting his bait, but had not quite made
up their minds to take a good hold so he could