“I hope the Petrel is here, all right,” remarked Jack, when they had talked of many other matters.
“We’ll have to see the first thing in the morning,” declared Ed.
“Yes, I am anxious to get her afloat,” spoke Cora. “The water is lovely around here.”
“Well, you ought to know,” came from Walter, “you were out on it to-day.”
“We’ll have some fun bathing,” said Norton. “You say that lighthouse girl has won swimming prizes, Cora?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe we can get up some races,” came from Bess. “Do you swim, Eline?”
“Some. That’s what everyone says, I believe.”
They talked and strolled, and strolled and talked, until the lateness of the hour sent them to their bungalows.
There was some little excitement about getting settled for the night, for it developed that one of the trunks containing some garments of the girls had not arrived. But they “doubled up,” and were fairly comfortable. As for the boys, the sounds of merriment came from their quarters even at a late hour.