-have you ever heard of a williwaw, Peggy?"

"It's a squall, isn't it? Captain Slocum tells about them in 'Sailing
Alone Round the World.'"

"That's it! Well, I think we are going to get one. If you will take the
helm again for a moment, I'll take in a reef."

Peggy took the tiller in her strong little brown hand, and looked on
admiringly while Phil reefed the sail with creditable swiftness. Soon
all was tight, and the two young people watched with cheerful interest
the coming on of the squall.

On it came, a line of white on the water, a gray curtain of driving
rain above it. The wind began to sing in the rigging of the sailboat;
next moment she heeled heavily over, and sped along with her lee rail
under water.

"I'd sit pretty well up to windward if I were you," shouted Phil.
"You'll be dryest on the gunwale, if you don't mind!"

As Peggy seated herself with alacrity on the gunwale, Phil looked at her
with approval. Her eyes were shining, her whole rosy face alight with
happy excitement.

"Now, that's the kind of girl I like to see!" said this young gentleman,
forgetting that he had been seeing three of the same kind ever since he
could remember; but sisters are different!

"Not so bad, eh?" he said, as he took another turn on the sheet.

"Oh, Phil, it is perfectly splendid! why, we are simply flying! Oh, I
wish it was like this all the time."

"Hi!" said Phil again. "Everybody doesn't seem to be of your opinion,
Peggy. That boat over there will be in trouble if she doesn't look out.
Sapolio! there is something wrong. We'd better run over and see."

At a little distance a small boat was tossing violently on the water;
her sail was lowered, and a white handkerchief was fluttering from the
stern like a signal of distress.

"Ready about!" said Phil. Peggy crouched down on the seat, the boom
swung over, and the gallant little _Petrel_ flew swiftly as her namesake
to the rescue.

"Anything wrong?" asked Phil, as he ran alongside the crippled boat.

"Broke our rudder!" was the reply, from a pleasant-looking lad; "must
have been cracked before we started. If you could lend us a pair of
oars--I was very stupid to come out without a pair--"

At this moment a clear, shrill voice was heard above the noise of wind
and water, crying aloud, "My Veezy Vee! my Veezy Vee! It _is_ my Veezy
Vee! Don't tell me it isn't, for it simply _is_!"

"_Viola!_" cried Peggy. "Vanity! can it be you?"

"Oh, my dear! I was once,