"We don't want to make a new one every day." "That's so," said Tom.

"If we only could find a secret haunt." "I know a kind of a one," said Dick; "'way back in our yard, near where it joins yours, is a deepy kind of a place, and it's quite sandy." "Just the thing!" cried Marjorie.

"I know that place.

Come on!" She was off like a deer, and the rest followed.

A few moments' scamper brought them to the place, and all declared it was just the very spot for a palace.
"I'd like beach sand better, though," said Marjorie.
"We'll bring all you want," declared Tom.