"Do you like it?" asked Aunt Jo. "Yes, it is very pleasant, and not too hard. I like the smell of the salt water. I'd be near the ocean all the while if I could. But we can't have all we want," and she smiled. "Shall I get you some more cold water?" she asked Margy. "Yes, please," answered the little girl. "I feel a lot better now." "That's good," said Mary Turner, as she went to the water-cooler. "Wasn't it funny I should see her again?" said Violet. "She was awful nice to me when I was lost." "She seems like a very nice girl," said Mrs. Bunker, "and she is certainly very kind to us. I'm glad we met her." Mary came back with more water for Margy, who was now able to walk around, the feeling of illness having passed. "I want to go down and play in the sand," she said. "Better not go out in the hot sun right away," advised Aunt Jo. "Stay in the shade a bit, Margy." "Yes," urged Mary Turner. "Come and see my queer little office, where I sit all day and hand out tickets and take in gold watches and diamond rings and things like that." "Do you keep 'em?" asked Russ. "Oh, no! The people who go in bathing leave them with me for safety. I have to give them back when they hand me the check I give them. I keep each person's things separately in little pigeonholes, and there is a man on guard there, too,--a sort of policeman." "Are there any pigeons in the pigeonholes?" asked Vi. "Oh, no!" laughed Mary. "They just call them pigeonholes because they are like the openings that pigeons go in and out of at barns, and such places, I suppose. They are like the boxes in a post office, only larger. Come, I'll show them to you." As this would keep Margy in the shade a while longer, Mrs. Bunker said the children could go with Mary and look at her "office." "My daddy's got an office," said Rose. "It's a real estate office." "Well, mine is different from that," Mary said. They went with her to look. As it was rather soon after the dinner hour, not many persons were in bathing, and the compartments or "pigeonholes" were not all filled. In some, however, were the envelopes in which people sealed their watches, rings and other valuables. The six little Bunkers were quite pleased at seeing Mary Turner's office, and the "policeman" who was on guard so no one would come in and take the envelopes. "Did some one leave that when they went in bathing?" asked Mr. Bunker with a smile, as he pointed to something in one of the pigeonholes. "Oh, no," answered Mary with a smile. "That's mine. It's a doll, and I brought it with me to-day, thinking I would have time to make a new dress for it, and give it to a little girl I know. I don't play with dolls any more, though I used to like them very much, and I still like to make dresses for them. But I've been rather busy this morning, helping Mr. Barton, who owns the bathing pavilion, so I didn't get time to do any sewing."