ng any more to-day."

"Nor I," agreed Grace.

"And I," said Amy, turning away with a shudder from the water where she
had so closely come to death, "feel as if I never wanted to see the
water again."

"Oh, but you will get over that," Betty assured her quickly. "I don't
blame you a bit for feeling that way now--I do myself--but after a while
you will be just as crazy about it as ever."

"I don't know," said Amy slowly. "When you have once come face to face
with death like that, you are not anxious to do it again in a hurry."

"But you have never had a cramp before," reasoned Mollie, "and you
probably never will have one again."

"But I am not sure of that," insisted Amy.

"There's no reason why you can't be sure of it after a while," Betty
pointed out. "You see, we girls are pretty well out of practice. It's a
long time since we did any swimming to amount to anything, and our
muscles are weak and flabby. Why, we all got tired out to-day twice as
quickly as we ordinarily would."

"And you tried to swim too far," added Mollie. "That's the reason your
poor old muscles protested."

"It might have happened to any one of us," Grace agreed. "All we need is
a little practice to swim as well as ever again."

"Oh, do you think so?" asked Amy eagerly, while the color came back into
her pale cheeks. "If I could only be sure of that!"

Betty was about to reply, but at that minute a voice hailed them from
the direction of the house and they jumped up to see what was wanted.

"It's mother," said Grace. "And she seems to be waving something at us."

"It's an envelope," cried Mollie. "It may be a letter from mother."

She started running toward the house, with Grace, thinking of Will, at
her heels, while Betty helped Amy to her feet.

"Are you feeling stronger now?" she asked. "Or would you rather rest a
little longer?"

"Oh, I'm all right," Amy assured her, though for a minute she had to
cling to Betty for support.

They made their way rather slowly after the others. Before they had
reached the foot of the bluff Mollie came scrambling down again and ran
toward them wildly.

"What do you think has happened now?" she cried, taking Amy's other arm
and helping her along.

"Oh, Mollie," cried Amy, standing stock still to gaze at her, "what--"

"The twins haven't been found?" Betty questioned eagerly, but Mollie
shook her head.

"No such luck," she returned. "But we have found out one thing. Those
blessed little tw