"A wise plan," declared Margaret, "but I don't like these slippers for a walk at this hour, too near bathing time. Anybody going in to-day?"
"Surely, but there's plenty of time yet," argued Grace. "All in favor of a trip to Captain Dave's—run."
Along the grassy edge of Glimmer Lake it was only a short run to the life saving station and, just as they hoped, the genial captain sat outside, in his big, strong chair, smoking the faithful pipe.
"You can never guess where we have been, Captain?" Cleo began quickly, as the girls were able to flock about.
"Oh, yes I can," he replied to their surprise. "You been over to the island."
They were astonished. Who had told him in so short a time?
"How did you know?" asked Grace.
"Little bird," mumbled the captain. He did seem a trifle serious for him.
"Not the carrier pigeon?" asked Louise. "And you don't mind, do you Captain Dave?"
"We had no idea of going," Helen hurried to say, before the seaman could answer.