"Hadn't we better go back to Aunt Fannie?" she asked, uneasily.
"Getting hungry?" I asked. "Well, it won't do you any good for we aren't to have luncheon until we get onto the beach; so you can just make up your mind to that, my young lady." I was hungry myself, and was sort of glad to relieve my mind that way.
"No," said Bess, soberly, "I just thought that maybe we would better go back where they are, before it's time to land."
"Oh, we won't be in for nearly an hour," said Twinny.
Bess took a few steps. "I think I'll go, anyway," she said.
"You're hungry, you're hungry!" I called. "You're going to ask Aunt Fanny for a sandwich."
Bess turned on me wrathfully; "I'm not either!" she cried hotly, "I'm not hungry, any such thing! I never want to see anything to eat again as long as I live!"
My jaw dropped and then suddenly I knew what was the matter, and I just toppled down onto a coil of rope and rolled over with my head in
