He looked about. Everything was just the same. The sun was shining, people were still in bathing, but nowhere among them could he see his father, or mother, or sister. And then, presently they came tearing over the sand toward him. "You bad boy!" scolded Mrs. Jenks. "Where have you been? We've been terribly worried! How dare you go off by yourself? Where were you, I say?" "Why--why--" began Junior. Then he stopped. What was the use? He knew they wouldn't believe him. And if he asked his mother if he could go back and marry Lettuce Sand Witch as he promised he would ask her, she would say he was sick or something, and make him go to bed. So he just dug his toes into the sand and said nothing. And that is why poor little Lettuce Sand Witch is still waiting underneath the sand for Junior Jenks to come marry her. And that is why Junior Jenks keeps looking about so queerly when he plays on the beach by himself. He is taking no chances of another sociable sand witch popping up in his neighborhood. THE FOUNTAIN OF RICHES No matter what other mistakes you may make in your lifetime, never make the mistake of renting a cottage from an ogre. If you do, the chances are you will bitterly regret it, as did Hak, the aged woodcutter. Hak, was an old, old man who lived in a forest with his little grandson, Omo, whose father and mother were dead; and who earned his living by cutting down trees and chopping them into firewood. The cottage that Hak and his grandson lived in belonged to an ogre, and the rent the old man paid for it was not very much; and as long as he kept his health and strength, he got along very nicely. But one day, while cutting down a tree he tripped and fell, and before he could get out of the way the falling tree struck him and broke his leg. And after Omo had dragged him back into the cottage all he could do was to lie on his bed and groan, and wait for the leg to get well. "Goodness gracious!" he said to the boy, "What _shall_ we do? I won't be able to work for days and days, and there will be the rent to pay, to say nothing of the doctor's bill." "Well," said Omo, "the rent and the doctor's bill will have to wait. So don't worry." "I have to worry," replied the old man. "The doctor may wait for _his_ bill, but the person who owns this cottage will not wait for his rent; no sir-ee." Then he told Omo that the cottage belonged to an ogre. "He let me have it very cheap, but only for a certain reason. What do you think that reason was?" "I don't know," replied Omo. "What was it?" "That he should be allowed to make you into a dumpling for dessert if I did not pay the rent every month without fail." "Oh," said Omo, his eyes very big. "I don't wonder you are worried. It--it makes me feel worried, too! Why did you ever make such a bargain?"