Flinging her arms wide, she ran to meet a big saucy wave. Icy cold, it slapped hard at her knees.
Vevi squealed and turned her head to see if the other girls were watching.
“Last one in is a sissy!” she challenged the group of Brownie Scouts. “Who says the water is cold?”
“Watch out!” shouted Connie.
Another big foam-flecked wave came rolling slowly in. Vevi did not turn quickly enough to see it.
Before she could brace herself, a great wall of water washed over her.
Now Vevi was very much surprised, for she had not known that a wave could be so rough. Her feet were swept from beneath her and she fell flat on her knees.
Spluttering and choking, Vevi clawed at the sand. For a second she could not get her breath and was very frightened. She was afraid she might drown.
Then the wave was gone, and Vevi found herself lying in a puddle of salt water. When she scrambled to her feet, her bathing suit was gritty with sand. Her elbow had been skinned too.
“My, if you didn’t look funny when that big wave slapped you!” laughed Connie Williams.