“I guess you’re right,” said Bessie. “It seems different this morning, somehow. I was worried enough last night but I feel a whole lot better now. I’m glad it’s such a beautiful day. The weather makes a lot of difference in the way you feel. It always does with me, I know.”
“I’m going out in the sloop after breakfast,” said Dolly. “That is, if Miss Eleanor says it’s all right. There’s a lot more wind than there was yesterday, and we can have some good fun.”
“Can I go, too?” asked Bessie. “You were quite right when you told me I’d love the seashore, Dolly. Do you remember how I said I was sorry we were leaving the mountains?”
“Oh, I knew it would fascinate you, just as it does me. So you’ve given up your love for the mountains?”
“Not a bit of it! I love them as much as ever, but I’ve found out that the seashore has attractive things about it, too. And I think sailing, the way we did yesterday, is about the nicest of all.”
“Then you just wait until we get out there to-day, with a real breeze, and a good sea running. That’s going to be something you’ve never even dreamed of.”
They had hearty appetites for breakfast in spite of their restless and disturbed sleep, for the bracing effects of their swim, taken before the meal, more than made up for the lack of proper rest. And after breakfast Dolly asked permission to go out in the sloop, since one of the very few rules of the Camp Fire, and one strictly enforced, had to do with water sports.
None of the girls were ever allowed to go in swimming unless the Guardian was present, and the same rules applied to boating and sailing–with the added restriction that no girl who did not know how to swim well enough to pass certain tests was allowed to go in a boat at all. Moreover, bathing suits had always to be worn when in a boat.
“Indeed you may,” said Eleanor, when Dolly asked her question. “And will you take me with you! I’d like to be out on that sea to-day. It looks glorious.”
“We’ll love to have you along,” said Dolly. “How soon may we start?”