In the morning Anne slept soundly, but Judy slipped out of bed early,
put on her bathing-suit and a raincoat, and with a towel in her hand
went down-stairs.

She found Perkins in the lower hall.

"You are early, Miss," he said.

"Yes, I am going to take a dip in the waves," said Judy.

"You're sure it's safe, Miss?" asked Perkins anxiously.

"I have done it all my life," asserted Judy, "and it gives me an awful
appetite for breakfast."

Perkins brightened. "Does it now, Miss," he asked. "Is there anything
you would like cooked, Miss Judy--I could speak to Mrs. Adams."

But Judy shook her head. "I am not hungry now," she said gaily, as she
went off, "but I know I shall have an appetite when I come in."

She tripped away to the bath-house, and as she came out of the door
looking like a sea-nymph in her white-bathing suit and white rubber cap
she saw Anne, also towel laden and rain-coated, flying down towards her.

"Why didn't you wake me up," scolded the younger girl. "Oh, Judy,
isn't it lovely," and she dropped down on the beach, panting.

The morning sun cast rosy shadows over the sea, there was a touch of
amethyst in the clouds, and the waves as they curled over the golden
beach were gray-green in the hollows and silver-white on their crests.

"I just know I sha'n't dare to stick my toes into the water," said Anne
with a shiver. "It is so--so big, Judy."

"You look just dear," declared Judy, as Anne dropped her raincoat and
came forth in a scarlet suit, "that red suits you."

Anne clasped her hands. "Oh, Judy, does it," she sighed rapturously.

"Yes."

"You don't think I am getting vain, do you, Judy?" inquired Anne,
anxiously, "but I do love pretty things."

"I think you are a goosie," said Judy with a little laugh, then she
caught hold of Anne with impatient hands. "Come on in, little red
bird," she urged, "it's lovely in the water."

Anne squealed and struggled, and finally waded in until the water came
up to her knees.

"Don't take me any farther, Judy," she begged, and when Judy saw her
frightened face, she let her go.

"Sit on the sand, then, and watch me, Annekins," she advised. "You
will get used to this after a while and enjoy it as much as I do."

She was off with a run and a leap, and for fifteen minutes or more she
was over and under and up and down on the waves like a snowy mermaid.

"And now for breakfast," said the young lady in white, as she dashed up
the sands, with r