Haley,
is keeper of the light. My name is Rosalie."

"And you look it," said Cora, brightly, as she noted the damask cheeks of
the bathing girl.

"Oh, thank you!" came quickly.

"Won't you get in this boat--I don't know whose it is--I just appropriated
it," said Cora. "There is no need of your swimming."

"Oh, I want to. I've gone clear across the bay, though Daddy had a boat
follow me. I've won prizes swimming. No, I'll just swim over."

"Will your brother be all right with us?" and Cora looked at the small
dripping figure in the boat.

"Oh, yes, Dick is as good as gold. He'll do just as you tell him. I guess
he was rather scared when he went over. But he can swim, only I was rather
afraid to let him try this time."

"What about your boat?" asked Eline.

"She will stay here. The anchor fell out when she went over, so she won't
drift. I'll get one of the men to tow her ashore and right her. She's a
good little old tub. She's capsized before."

With that the lighthouse maid made a graceful dive and was soon swimming
alongside Cora's boat. The latter and Eline now rowed to the lighthouse,
the girl in the water following, and the autoists on shore breathing more
freely.

"Wasn't that splendid of Cora!" cried Belle.

"Just fine!" declared Bess.

"Sis was right on the mark!" exclaimed Jack, with pardonable pride. "I
wonder who that girl in the red suit is?"

"She's some swimmer; believe me!" declared Norton in admiration.

"She is that," agreed Walter.

"Say, it's going to be no joke to get Cora's car up that hill of sand,"
declared Ed, glancing back to it.

"We can pull her up with ropes if we have to," said Jack. "I wonder where
our bungles are, anyhow? Notice that 'bungles'--patent applied for!"

"I fancy those over there," remarked Mrs. Fordam, pointing to two that
stood somewhat removed from a group of cottages. "Yes," the chaperone went
on, "I can see Aunt Susan in the door of one waving to us."

"Me for Aunt Susan, then!" cried Jack. "I hope she has something to eat!"

"Eat!" gasped Belle. "Do you boys think that Aunt Susan is going to cook
for you?"

"Yes, wasn't that the arrangement?" inquired Jack, blankly.

"Indeed not!" was the quick answer. "You boys are to do your own
providing."

"Well, we can do it!" spoke Walter, quickly. "And, mind, don't ask us for
some of our pie and cake."

"Don't worry," remarked Bess, with a shrug of her shoulders.

The little accident in the bay had not