“I counted only seven. But can that be right?”
“We’ve been drifting for hours, Connie.”
Connie squinted at the rising sun and shook her head.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “If it were eight o’clock, we’d be farther out from shore. And people would be on the beach taking their sun baths.”
Vevi dropped a piece of paper into the water. A moment later the cruiser had drifted past it.
“We must be in a current,” Vevi said. “We’re moving awfully fast.”
“Away from the lighthouse too. The waves are getting bigger and bigger.”
The breeze which blew across the deck was rather cold. Spray from the higher waves dampened the girls’ hair and made them feel chilly.
“I’m going to stay inside,” Vevi said, her teeth chattering. “I don’t think we’ll ever be picked up. We’ll be washed clear out to sea and never see our folks or the Brownies again.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Connie scolded her friend. “You’re a Brownie Scout, aren’t you? Brownies are supposed to be cheerful and always look at the bright side.”