e Guardian,
and at the very beginning she has this trouble! But if she does make
Gladys come around, it will be a great victory for her, and I want you
and all of our girls to do everything you can to help."

Then with a hearty good-night she turned away, and it was plain that she
was greatly relieved by what Bessie and Dolly had told her.

"Well, I don't know what you're going to do, Bessie," said Dolly, "but
I'm going to turn in and sleep! I'm just beginning to realize how tired
I am."

"I'm tired, too. We've really had enough to make us pretty tired,
haven't we?"

And this time they were able to sleep through the whole night without
interruption. The peace and calm of Plum Beach were disturbed by nothing
more noisy than gentle waves, and the whole camp awoke in the morning
vastly refreshed.

The sun shone down gloriously, and the cloudless sky proclaimed that it
was to be a day fit for any form of sport. A gentle breeze blew in from
the sea, dying away to nothing sometimes, and the water inside the sand
bar was so smooth and inviting that half a dozen of the girls, with
Dolly at their head, scampered in for a plunge before breakfast.

"They're swimming over at the other camp, too," cried Dolly. "See? Oh, I
bet we'll have some good times with them. We ought to be able to have
all sorts of fun in the water."

"Aren't there any boats here beside that old flat bottom skiff?" asked
Bessie.

"Aren't there? Just wait till you see! If we hadn't had all that
excitement yesterday Captain Salters would have brought the
_Eleanor_ over. He will to-day, too, and then you'll see."

"What will I see, Dolly? Remember I haven't been here before, like you."

"Oh, she's the dandiest little boat, Bessie--a little sloop, and as fast
as a steamboat, if she's handled right."

"Now we'll never hear the end of her," said Margery Burton, with a
comical gesture of despair. "You've touched the button, Bessie, and
Dolly will keep on telling us about the _Eleanor_, and how fast she
is, until someone sits on her!"

"You're jealous, Margery," laughed Dolly, in high good humor. "Margery's
pretty clever, Bessie, and when it comes to cooking--my!" She smacked
her lips loudly, as if to express her sense of how well Margery could
cook. "But she can't sail a boat!"

"Here's Captain Salters now--and he's towing the _Eleanor_, all
right, Dolly," cried one of the other girls.

"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Dolly. "Bessie, you've never been in a