XIV. ABOARD THE BLOWELL 113

XV. STRANDED 123

XVI. THE BAREFOOT GIRLS 132

XVII. A RELIC FROM THE ALAMEDA 144

XVIII. THE WIG WAG RESCUE 155

XIX. THE GLORIOUS AFTERMATH 165

XX. A REVELATION 176

XXI. ON LUNA LAND 187

XXII. A COMEDY OF THE ROCKS 196

XXIII. SCOUTS EVERY ONE 204

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT SEA CREST

CHAPTER I

SAME OLD OCEAN

THREE girls stood on the beach watching the waves--the tireless,
endless, continuous toss, break, splash; toss, break, splash! Always the
same climbing combers smoothly traveling in from eternity, mounting
their hills to the playful height of liquid summits, then rolling down
in an ocean of foam, to splash on the beach into the most alluring of
earth's play toys--the breakers.

"And we thought the baby mountain at Bellaire beautiful--why this ocean
is--well, it is simply bigger and grander than anything I have ever
dreamed of," declared Grace. "No wonder the girls out in Chicago long to
spend a summer at the sea shore."

"I couldn't even find a word to describe it," admitted Cleo. "Doesn't it
look like eternity all spilled out?"

"And the roll is like the origin of noise," suggested Grace. "Now,
Weasie, what do you see that looks like--like the original public
service telephone company, or the first gas and electric plant? Don't
you think those glints of color and sparks of foam may be our first
sulphur springs?"

"I never could claim a poetic imagination," admitted Louise, known to
her chums as Weasie, "but I might see a family resemblance there
to--well--to a first-class Turkish bath. There! How the mighty hath
fallen! From the origin of noise and eternity spilled out, down to a
mundane yet highly desirable Turkish bath! And girls, mine is the only
practical description, for a bath it is to be, ours for all summer! Can
you imagine it?"

"And smell the salt?" prompted Cleo. "Since you insist on being
practical, no use talking about the aroma of the gods, or the incense of
the mermaids. Weasie, I see you are going to keep us down to earth; and
I guess you are right. Essays are better in school than done orally on a
beautiful beach. But really isn't it overwhelming?"

"I'll admit that much," replied Weasie. "But you see, I ha