d we can have some good fun."

"Can I go, too?" asked Bessie. "You were quite right when you told me
I'd love the seashore, Dolly. Do you remember how I said I was sorry we
were leaving the mountains?"

"Oh, I knew it would fascinate you, just as it does me. So you've given
up your love for the mountains?"

"Not a bit of it! I love them as much as ever, but I've found out that
the seashore has attractive things about it, too. And I think sailing,
the way we did yesterday, is about the nicest of all."

"Then you just wait until we get out there to-day, with a real breeze,
and a good sea running. That's going to be something you've never even
dreamed of."

They had hearty appetites for breakfast in spite of their restless and
disturbed sleep, for the bracing effects of their swim, taken before the
meal, more than made up for the lack of proper rest. And after breakfast
Dolly asked permission to go out in the sloop, since one of the very few
rules of the Camp Fire, and one strictly enforced, had to do with water
sports.

None of the girls were ever allowed to go in swimming unless the
Guardian was present, and the same rules applied to boating and
sailing--with the added restriction that no girl who did not know how to
swim well enough to pass certain tests was allowed to go in a boat at
all. Moreover, bathing suits had always to be worn when in a boat.

"Indeed you may," said Eleanor, when Dolly asked her question. "And will
you take me with you! I'd like to be out on that sea to-day. It looks
glorious."

"We'll love to have you along," said Dolly. "How soon may we start?"

"It's eight o'clock," said Eleanor, looking at her watch. "We can start
at ten. That will allow plenty of time after eating. Of course, we don't
intend to go in the water, but you never can tell--it's squally to-day,
and we might be upset. And that's one thing I don't believe in taking
chances with. A cramp will make the best swimmer in the world perfectly
helpless in the water, and about every case of cramps I ever heard of
came from going in the water too soon after a meal."

When they were aboard the _Eleanor_ and scooting through the
opening in the bar, Bessie found that the conditions were indeed very
different from those of the previous afternoon. The wind had changed and
become much heavier, and as the _Eleanor_ went along, she dipped
her bow continually, so that the spray rose and drenched all on board.
But there was something splen