The beach was only a short distance from the cottage which was on a street running right down to the water. There were several other cottages on the same street as that on which the Martins’ house was situated, but some of these cottages were not yet opened, the occupants planning to arrive later.
“Oh, isn’t it lovely here?” sighed Janet.
“Dandy!” cried Ted.
“I’s goin’ to dig in the sand,” announced William, finding a shell for a shovel.
“I guess you can’t get hurt doing that,” Janet remarked.
She and Ted strolled along the beach, on which the white-capped waves were breaking with a rumble, tumble and roar, although the waves in this big bay were not as high as those on the Atlantic side of the stretch of land between the bay and the open ocean.
“Oh, look!” suddenly said Jan to Ted. “There’s Mr. and Mrs. Keller! Oh, I’m so glad we’ve seen them! Come on over and we can show them where our cottage is.”
“Where are they?” asked Ted.
“Right down there, on the sand. See that old gentleman and lady just sitting down under the sun umbrella?”
Janet pointed and Ted saw an elderly couple making themselves comfortable on the sand. They had opened a big red and yellow striped umbrella, for the sun was beating down on the beach, though not very hotly, for it was well down in the sky.