It was their third day at the coast, the time having been well occupied–every hour of it almost–and the girls were out alone in the Pet–the boys having gone fishing–when Cora observed a figure in a red bathing suit near the lighthouse float waving to them.
“Rosalie–the mermaid!” exclaimed Bess. “What can she want?”
“Perhaps her little brother is in the water again,” said Belle.
“No, she doesn’t seem excited enough for that,” spoke Eline.
“We’ll go see,” was Cora’s decision.
The Pet circled up to the float and came to a stop at its side, not a jar marring the landing.
“Well done!” said Rosalie to Cora. “There are not many girls who can run a motor boat like that.”
“I have had some practice,” was the modest reply.
“Father will be glad to see you,” went on the mermaid, with a smile. “He has just been polishing the light, and I know he’ll be glad to show you through.”
She glanced meaningly at Cora, who returned the look.