"That means good bathing, and plenty of it. Come along. Don't you see people crowding down to the shore?"
CHAPTER XCI.
THE MAN THAT SAVED ME.
I RAN into my room, and came out with a bundle in one hand and a coarse straw hat in the other. That group of gentlemen was just dropping down the bank out of sight, and after them went a crowd of girls, with their parasols flaming in the sun like a bed of poppies.
"Come," says I, all joyful animation, "I am dying to begin."
E. E. spread her parasol, and off we marched.
We came to the steep bank, and went down a flight of wooden stairs to the sandy shore. Right under the bank was a long row of cubby-houses, made of boards.
"This is ours," says E. E., "come in."
I went in. Sisters, what happened in the privacy of that board sanctuary, is not for the public—let this satisfy the curious.