“How about all those thin dresses that I made you pack?” jeered Mary.
“I wish they were thinner,” sighed Roberta, who hated dreadfully to be either too hot or too cold.
But in spite of the blinding glare of the sun on the white sand, the rest persisted in their intention of having a bath in the surf.
“It can’t be so bad as it looks from here,” said Helen, “or all those people who are in bathing couldn’t stand it. They seem to be having a grand time.”
“The water must be a little cool anyhow,” added Mary.
“And it will be such fun tumbling around in those big waves,” said Betty. “I don’t suppose that I can practice swimming though, can I, father?”
“Oh, perhaps you can,” said Mr. Wales, carelessly. “That surf isn’t very strong.”
“Well, if I can’t, I shall take another bath in the swimming-pool this afternoon,” declared Betty. “I am bound to learn to swim a little before I leave Nassau.”
“Promise not to begin to eat until we come back,” called Babe over her shoulder to the three who had stayed behind.