So Mrs. Sand Witch took the children to the chute the chutes on the other side of the park, and told the proprietor, a very shaky old jellyfish, that Junior would pay the starfish's fare, and to kindly coax him out of the ocean to take a ride. So the jellyfish went to the ocean, which was just back of the chute the chutes, and yelled for the starfish to hurry up if he wanted a free ride. And the starfish, highly flattered at the invitation, lost no time in making his appearance. "I'm awfully obliged to you," he said to Junior, as he whirled about in the sand to dry himself. "And to show I am I'll let you sit with me." So Junior and the starfish, and Ham Sand Witch, and Lettuce Sand Witch, climbed into the car and went shooting around the chute the chutes. "Isn't it great?" shrieked the starfish, as they scooted down the inclines. "It makes your insides turn somersaults! It beats swimming all hollow, _I_ think. If ever I get rich I'm going to build one of these things in the ocean." And when at last the ride came to an end he insisted on Junior shaking hands with every one of his five points. "Any time you fall overboard when you're out sailing," he said, "stop in and see me. My place is the third clump of coral just beyond the bathing grounds. Good-by!" "Now," said Mrs. Sand Witch, who had waited while the children and the starfish took their ride, "I've got to go home and get dinner. You children amuse yourselves, and after dinner maybe I'll take you to see the mermaids." So Junior, and Ham Sand Witch, and Lettuce Sand Witch, wandered about the park hand in hand. Although the little Sand Witches were so ugly, Junior was beginning to like them right well, now that he was getting used to them; and they seemed to like him, too. "Why don't you stay all summer?" said Ham Sand Witch. "We could have lots of fun." "I'd like to," said Junior, "if my father and mother and sister were here." "Well, why not ask 'em to come down?" suggested Lettuce Sand Witch. "Oh, they wouldn't do it," said the boy. "I know they wouldn't. They like it better on the boardwalk and at the hotel. And now let's see if we can't find those clams that skip rope." "All right," said Ham Sand Witch, "but if we do, they'll make you turn for 'em _just so_. They're awfully snappish." And sure enough when presently they came upon the clams sitting on a bench near one of the fountains, and Junior asked if they would skip rope for him, they said they would if he turned for them _just so_. "I don't know what you mean by 'just so,'" said Junior, "but I'll do my best." And he certainly did do the best he could. While Ham Sand Witch held one end of the rope he turned it very, _very_ carefully as the two big, white clams solemnly skipped. They were slow enough until they got warmed up. "Now give us butter and eggs," said one of the clams, suddenly. "Butter and eggs?" said Junior. "You mean pepper and salt, don't you?"