“Are you afraid?” asked Eline.
“N–no,” said Belle, bravely.
As they went on the sky became overcast, and Cora looked anxiously at them.
“I’m afraid it’s going to storm, Jack,” she said.
“Not a bit of it!” he cried. “I’ll ask this fisherman,” and he did, getting an opinion that there would be no storm that day. Reassured, they went on.
The sea was not a bit rough and even Belle’s fears were quelled. They went past the light, close enough to see Rosalie waving at them. High up in the tower they could note Mr. Haley and his helper cleaning the great lantern and lens.
They reached the other bay in due time, but the gathering clouds grew more menacing, and Cora was for putting back.
“No,” urged Jack. “Let’s stay and eat our lunch. If it gets too rough we can leave our boats here and walk back over the point. It isn’t far.”
So the girls consented. The clouds continued to gather.