m the beach the spectacle of dawn. A moonlight scramble over
cliffs and rocks might be highly romantic, but not altogether a safe
proceeding, and Margaret Lindsay had a better suggestion to offer.

"We'll take my little bathing-tent, and pitch it on the shore in some
sheltered place, and spend the night there. There will be just room for
us both to cram in, and with a rug each we should keep quite warm. Then
we shall be all ready and prepared for the dawn the moment it comes."

The weather was so warm that there were no objections to camping-out,
and Mrs. Forrester quite readily gave permission for the expedition.

"You're such a _sensible_ person, Muvvie dear!" gasped Lorraine
ecstatically. "Some mothers would have howled at such a plan. I'm sure
Aunt Carrie wouldn't have let Vivien go. You always seem to see things
just from the same point of view as we do ourselves."

"I know you'll be safe with Margaret Lindsay, or I wouldn't let you stir
five yards from my apron strings. I could be a dragon of a mother if the
occasion required!" laughed Mrs. Forrester. "So far, happily, you've
never wanted to do anything especially outrageous. I can see no harm in
your camping-out on the beach just for one night. I should be a very
unreasonable person if I objected."

"But then you're Muvvie and nobody else, you see!" said Lorraine,
dropping a kiss on the dear brown hair that was just turning grey.

So it came to pass that on the very Tuesday evening after Morland had
returned to camp, Margaret Lindsay and Lorraine shouldered bathing-tent,
rugs, and picnic-basket, and trudged out to Giant's Tor Point. They
arrived there about sunset, and found a quiet, sheltered spot among the
rocks, well above high-water mark, where they pitched their tent. There
was not a soul in sight: they seemed to have the whole of the headland
and the bay entirely to themselves. It was a calm, warm evening, and the
waves lapped gently upon the beach. The sand in the spot they had chosen
was dry, so they piled up heaps of it for pillows, and laid down their
rugs; then, having completed these preparations, opened their baskets
and had a picnic supper. The sunset had faded by that time, and a full
moon was shining over the bay, glinting on the waves and lighting up the
outlines of the crags on the headland. The silence was broken only by
the gentle purring of the waves on the pebbles, or the call of some
night-bird. The calm stillness was beautiful beyond d