“Well, when I was peeking around the part of the cliff that juts out so far I saw a place farther down where there seemed to be a nice, flat shelf just above the boulders. It would not be a very comfortable walk, but I don’t think that it would take very long.”
“It was quite a little climb over the rocks to the place where we were, you know,” said Eloise.
“Yes,” said Lilian, “and I don’t believe the girls ever go there. The sandy beach is so much nicer. But we would be sure of being by ourselves.”
“Do you think that we could find wood for a fire there?” asked Cathalina.
“O, yes; probably there would be more than we usually find, if the girls were not in the way of going there.”
“Let’s do it, then,” said Betty. “Nobody has much to carry. I can put my milk bottle in my sweater pocket.”
“So can I,” said several others.
“Divide the sandwiches and things and let everybody carry her own lunch this time.”
Soon the girls were climbing over and past the rocks, gravel and bushes under the cliffs, and at last came to the broad shelf which Isabel had seen. It was not very high, but above the wash of the waves in a storm. Around on the side of the cliff above the shelf there was an opening to some sort of a cave, but the entrance looked dark and gloomy and none too clean.
“Some day when we have on our oldest duds and bring our flashlights,” said Avalon, “it will be fun to explore that cave. There aren’t any wild animals around here, are there?”