she agreed with Mother that it was no sort of place to go to in a boat.
"Just look at the white foam flinging around those rocks," she said; "and there's practically no surf on today."
We had to admit that it was n't a nice-looking place to land on from a rowboat, but we did wish that we were hardy adventuring men, bold of heart and undeterred by grown-ups. We knew, too, that Captain Moss would say, "Pshaw!" if we told him there might be treasure on the Sea Monster, and he certainly would n't risk the Jolly Nancy on those rocks in her nice new green paint.
We were so much excited about the Sea Monster suddenly having a big black hole in it that we almost forgot to take the bottle when we went home. We did forget Aunt Ailsa's hatpin, and Greg had to run back for it, because he can run faster than any of the rest of us, and