He walked up and down in front of the little dock. Rosalie looked as though she would enjoy another plunge in the bay. Cora glanced over to where her friends awaited her in a group on the beach. Eline was looking at dripping Dick going up to get on dry garments.
“But there!” exclaimed Mr. Haley, “I mustn’t bother you with my troubles. I dare say you have enough of your own. But do come over and see us; won’t you?”
“Yes, do!” urged Rosalie.
“We will,” said Cora. “But now I must get back to my friends.”
“You had best take the boat and row over,” said the light keeper. “It’s shorter that way. You can leave her just where you found her. Hank won’t mind.”
“I’ll row you over,” offered Rosalie.
“No, indeed, thank you, we can do it,” spoke Cora. “We are anxious to get settled in our bungalows, so I think we had better go now. We will see you again,” and with a smile and a nod, she and Eline went down to the boat, which had been left at the lighthouse float, and got in. A little later they were with their friends.
“Well, Cora, you certainly did something that time!” remarked Jack.
“And you didn’t lose any time,” added Ed.
“Weren’t you frightened?” Belle wanted to know.