Rosalie came out of the lighthouse in her bathing suit.
“That girl fairly lives in the water,” said Eline.
“If I could swim as she does I would too,” spoke Bess.
“Hello!” called Rosalie, genially. “Isn’t it lovely after the storm?”
“Yes,” said Cora. “Have they heard anything more about the missing girl?”
“No. And no one seems to know who she was. Are you going for a spin?”
“We thought of it. Would you like to come?”
“I’d just love it! Only I haven’t time to change, perhaps, and I don’t want to—”
“Come just as you are–in your bathing suit,” invited Cora, and Rosalie did.
The boys must have finished pressing their trousers, or attending to whatever part of the personal attire needed attention, for when the girls got back to the float, and were getting the Pet in shape for a spin, Jack and Ed hurried down to look over the Duck. Both boats needed pumping out, for the water had rained in, and Walter and Norton were good enough to attend to this tiresome work for the girls.