"We must make a landing, and spend an hour in the woods before returning," suggested Eugenia as they skirted the shore.
"There's a beautiful rocky point, Mae. We can easily sail in the cove, and let the girls scamper around there."
And this was the plan immediately decided upon.
CHAPTER XV
STRANDED
TIME flew as the girls scampered over rocks, slid down sandy slopes, and otherwise "explored" the picturesque retreat.
No accident marred the afternoon, beyond the unexpected slide of Cleo, who, venturing too near the edge, came down to the water's brink by way of a sliding, sandy trail.
Everybody had been in wading, choosing a shallow pool that trickled in from the bay and hid behind a wall of sand, now plainly marked, as the tide was receding.