"Yes.... Why Linda, it's—pouring!"
"It certainly is." Linda was slipping on her shoes and her knickers over her pajamas. "We've got to rescue the boat."
"Why?"
"Because water mustn't get into the gasoline. And because the tide might come up high enough to wash the boat out to sea."
"O.K.," replied Dot, now quite wide awake. "I'm with you, Linda—in just a second."
Holding on to each other's hands, they made their way with difficulty down to the beach where the boat had been left, and together they dragged it back and covered it with one of the slickers.
Panting from the effort, they dropped back on the sand and sat down, not bothering about the rain that was descending relentlessly upon them, soaking them to the skin.
"We might as well use the other slicker as a roof for ourselves," suggested Dot, as she got to her feet again. "We can hang it over some bushes, and crawl under it."
"That's an idea!" approved Linda. "I was wondering how one raincoat could keep us both dry."