Dora did not say anything then, but the next time a big wave rushed up, the water came into her parlor and curled about her bare toes.
“I shall have to move,” she said to Lucy.
“Or go away until to-morrow,” suggested Lucy. “Look! How low the sun is.”
Where had that afternoon gone? It did not seem as though they had been playing more than a few minutes. But the sea was growing gray instead of blue, and the sun struck long level lines through the air. Up by the shack Father and Mother were enjoying themselves; Mother sitting quite idle, just looking at the water; Father lying on his back in the sand. Away down the beach Olive and Uncle Dan were coming. It must be time for that picnic supper.
CHAPTER III
ABOUT ARCTURUS
Lucy and Dora thought it was great fun to go to bed in the tent. They were even willing to undress at their usual hour and not tease to be out on the moonlit beach.
The only place to put their clothes was over the rope Uncle Dan had stretched between the poles. They hung them there, and the clothes immediately slid into a heap in the middle of the rope. Dora could not make hers stay neatly at one end.