“Perhaps we can, Connie,” she replied. “I thought too that we might study sea life and perhaps learn a little about the birds.”
“And the ocean,” broke in Vevi. “I want to know where it came from and how it got its salt.”
“The story of how the ocean became salty must wait until tomorrow,” Miss Gordon said, smiling. “This afternoon we are to have a swimming lesson. Barney Fulsom, the life guard, has promised to give the Brownies a few pointers.”
“Is that Barney coming now?” asked Connie.
A deeply-tanned, broad-chested young man was walking briskly toward the group of Brownies. The girls knew he was a life guard for he wore a Red Cross emblem on his black bathing trunks.
“That’s Barney,” agreed Miss Gordon. “Now we must all do exactly as he tells us.”
Barney carried a rubber sea horse under his arm.
“Hi, kids,” he greeted the Brownies. “All set for your first lesson?”
“I want to ride the sea horse,” announced Vevi. “I already know how to swim—at least a little.”
“It didn’t look like it a minute ago when that wave smacked you,” teased Connie.