With an amount of coaxing Grace and Cleo, with Eugenia and Helen, were finally allowed to row into shore, and as the water was perceptibly shallow, it was decided by Mae, as captain, that the little trip could be made in perfect safety.
"I must stay with the Blowell," she said, "as I might feel an under current strong enough to move us. Don't delay too long."
They were glad to leave the sail boat, if only temporarily. It had become monotonous, if not actually gloomy to sit there, longing to move.
A short pull brought the dory on to land, and briskly the girls sprang ashore. Along the edge just a stretch of sand, untraveled, greeted them.
"No footprints here," Grace remarked. "But it's nice and smooth; a lovely little island."
"Yes, if we were merely looking for nature's beauties," replied Eugenia. "But just now we would rather run across a stuttering telephone."
"There is a wireless station somewhere around here," said Cleo. "I remember reading about it being outside of Sandy Hook."
"Do you suppose we are outside of anything?" asked Helen. "I feel we are tied with a drawstring in nature's hip pocket."
"Here's a footprint," called Cleo. "Just look; here's a sign!"
All ran toward her and found tacked on a tree a crudely marked cardboard. On this they managed to decipher the words, "Peter Pan" and "Take me to Mama."