much? It was hard to find things, once they were buried in the sand,
Rose knew, for that afternoon Cousin Ruth had told about once dropping a
piece of money on the beach, and never finding it again.

"And maybe my locket slipped off my neck when I was digging the deep
hole," thought Rose; "and then I piled up the sand and covered it all
over."

Daddy Bunker must have thought the same thing, for he flashed his light
about the sand piles made by Russ and his sister. He did not dig in
them, however.

"We won't do any digging until morning," he said. "We can see better,
then, what we are doing. I thought perhaps the locket might lie on top
of the sand, and that I could pick it up. But it doesn't seem to. You
had better come in to bed, Russ and Rose."

"But I want my locket," sighed the little girl.

"And I thought I could find it for you," said Mr. Bunker. "I think I
can, in the morning, when the sun shines. Just now there are so many
shadows that it is hard to see such a little thing as a locket."

"Will it be all right out here all alone in the night?" asked Rose.

"Oh, yes, I think so," her father said. "As it is gold it will not
tarnish. And as no one knows where it is it will probably not be picked
up, for no one will be able to see it any more than I. And I don't
believe many persons come down here after dark. It is rather a lonely
part of the shore. I think your locket will be all right until we can
take a look for it in the morning."

"Maybe a starfish might get it," said the little girl.

"Oh, no!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "Starfish like oysters, but they do not
care for gold lockets. I'll find yours for you in the morning, Rose."

This made Rose feel better, and she went inside the bungalow with Russ
and her father. Mrs. Bunker, as well as Cousin Tom and his wife, felt
sorry on hearing of Rose's loss, but they, too, felt sure that the
ornament would be found on the sand in the morning.

I do not know whether or not Rose dreamed about her lost locket.
Certainly she thought about it the last thing before she fell asleep.
But she slumbered very soundly, and, if she dreamed at all, she did not
remember what her visions of the night were.

But she thought of her locket as soon as she awoke, however, and,
dressing quickly, she ran down on the sand. Her father was ahead of her,
though, and, with a rake in his hand, he was going over the beach near
the place where Russ and Rose had dug the holes.

"Is this the