"Who is that man sitting on that bench nearest the water, and looking just ready to run and help if anybody needs it?" asked Grace.
"Oh, that's Captain Gorham," said Max. "and to run and help if he's needed is exactly what he's there for. And I presume he always does it; for they say no bather was ever drowned here."
Ten or fifteen minutes later a little dripping figure left the water, and came running toward them.
"Why, it's Lulu," Gracie said, as it drew near, calling out to Max that papa was ready for him.
Max was off like a shot in the direction of the water, and Lulu shouted to her sister, "Oh Gracie, it's such fun! I wish you had gone, too."
Violet hastened to throw a waterproof cloak about Lulu's shoulders, and bade her hurry to the house, rub hard with a coarse towel, and put on dry clothing.
"I will go with you," she added, "if you wish."
"Oh no, thank you, Mamma Vi," Lulu answered, in a lively, happy tone. "I can do it all quite well myself, and it must be fun for you to sit here and watch the bathers."
"Well, dear, rub till you are in a glow," Violet said, as the little girl sped on her way.
"Oh mamma, see, see!" cried Grace, more than half frightened at the sight; "papa has gone away, way out, and Maxie with him. Oh, aren't you afraid they will drown?"