iny
crabs; then one single unexpected noise and off they scuttled like an
army, not in dignified retreat but in utter rout.

The girls having descended the cliff, rested for a few moments and then
wandered along these ledges. They were not of a dangerous character, for
most of the stones were flat and not too far apart to be safely crossed.

Yet they walked slowly. Occasionally they stopped to watch two fishermen
at work. The men were Japanese divers, and it was fascinating to see
them swim with quiet, even strokes out into the deep water and then dive
down heads first to remain under a terrifying length of time. Yet as
each man rose again usually he had secured one or more of the large
abalone shells.

In spite of their interest, Sally Ashton pleaded that they remain at a
safe distance from the two men. As a matter of fact, Sally frequently
suffered from the small timidities which belonged to her particular
type of intensely feminine character. Although not in the least timid
herself, Gerry agreed, it being a wise custom of hers to give way to her
companion in unimportant matters. Moreover, she really intended working
seriously for a few hours. Now that she and Sally were both weary, this
sheltered place along the beach would be as suitable as any other to
begin her painting.

Finding a comfortable surface of clean sand on a broad ledge of rock,
with other rocks in the background, Gerry sat down. Here there was less
wind than in other places and sufficient room for Sally to lie close
beside her.

At about the correct distance away, a small boat moored to some hidden
anchor moved back and forth with the movement of the waves.

This boat appeared a suitable subject to Gerry for her sketch. She had
no idea of making a success of so ambitious a subject, but since all
that Mrs. Burton asked of her was industry and not high artistry, Gerry
was willing to work now and then. She really did wish to please her Camp
Fire guardian, and if her motives were a little mixed and not all of
them of the noblest character, well, there are others of us in this
world who have mixed motives beside Gerry Williams!

After the first few moments of settling down to her task, Gerry began to
feel mildly interested in her effort.

Her surroundings were in themselves an inspiration.

Nearby, and using her friend's crimson sweater as a pillow, Sally Ashton
had curled herself up in the sunshine. She was wearing her own blue one
for warmth.