But for one person Henrietta had some concern. That was Mrs. Norwood. She thought Jessie's mother was a most wonderful person. And when Mrs. Norwood had a chair and umbrella brought to the sands and sat down within sight of Henrietta, the older girls had some opportunity of having a little amusement with the college boys.
"Come on," Darry Drew said. "This staying inshore is no fun. Beat you to the raft, girls, and give you ten yards start."
"O-oh! You can't!" cried his sister, dashing at once for the sea.
"Hold on! Hold on!" commanded Darry. "I don't believe you even know how long ten yards is. Both you girls go in and stand even with that pile yonder. You are headed for the raft. You see the life saver beyond it, I hope?"
Amy made a face at him, settled her bathing cap more firmly, and looked at Jessie.
"Ready, Jess?" she asked.
"We'll just beat them good," declared her chum. "They always think they can do things so much better than us girls."
"'We' girls," corrected Amy, giggling.
"'We' or 'us'—it doesn't so much matter, as long as we win the race," said Jessie.