Early next morning, that portion of the beach where the clothing had been lost was visited, first by one, and then another, until without arranging to do so, the whole party had again assembled.
"What shall we do about it?" asked Grace. "No use allowing any one to get away with five pairs of pumps and stockings."
"Besides a flash light and my bag," inserted Elizabeth.
"I guess we will have to put a sign on the post office," suggested Cleo.
This was met with a howl of ridicule.
"Can you imagine everybody devouring a neat little sign that stated five pairs of stockings——?" Grace asked.
"Oh, don't," begged Helen. "Let's do without them and wear sneaks. If we all set in to wearing them folks will think they are the very latest thing in footgear," she said pompously.
"Look what I dug up," Cleo exclaimed, displaying a rather disfigured pair of tennis shoes. "Jerry decorated them last summer, when he was trying out some new water colors. See that emblem there?" pointing to something like a wish-bone design. "Well, that's his frat emblem," she told her companions.
"Then it's decided we let the shoes go, and all our poor luck with them," said Isabel. "But I do feel rather mournful about my pretty buckles."
"Let's hie to the bungalow, and talk over our delayed plans to further invade Luna Land," called out Louise, poised on a treacherous sand heap. "I'm just dying for another try at that mystery."