“I wish we could take lessons from him,” remarked Vevi.
“Raymond doesn’t care too much about teaching youngsters,” Barney told her. “Figures it’s too hard work. He has a son of his own only a little older than you girls.”
The Brownies were starting to shiver, so Miss Gordon sent them to get their beach robes.
“It’s time to dress now,” she said. “But before you race to the showers, I must tell you of our plans for tomorrow.”
“Another swimming lesson?” pleaded Connie.
Miss Gordon nodded. “We’ll have an early beach breakfast,” she promised. “I’ll tell the Brownies how the ocean got its salt. Meanwhile, I want you all to watch the sea birds. Learn the name of at least one and be prepared to report on its habits at the meeting.”
“I already have my bird!” cried Connie. “The gull.”
“And I’m going to tell about the sand piper,” added Rosemary.
“My report will be on the tern,” declared Sunny Davidson, quick as a flash.
“I’ll tell about egrets,” announced Jane. “I wrote a paper on them last year in school.”