“No, she’s coming now,” Mrs. Williams said. “I want everyone to stay here. Gather up everything and bring it to the car.”
Connie’s mother regretted now that she had not turned her car around before parking it on the sand.
She had not realized that the hard, firm beach which had provided her with a safe roadway could disappear so fast.
Although ample space remained along shore for the return drive, not much area was left in which to turn the car around.
“I’m going ahead to move the car,” Mrs. Williams said.
Connie and Sunny went along with her. When they reached the car they noticed that the larger waves were breaking only a short distance from the rear car wheels.
“Oh, the tide is coming in so fast!” Connie exclaimed. “Will we make it, Mother?”
“We’ll be all right once we turn around,” Mrs. Williams replied. She was more worried though, than she cared to have the children know.
Quickly she started the car and swung the steering wheel. The automobile moved slightly uphill into loose sand.
Now Mrs. Williams had not intended to swing in such a wide arc. Nor had she realized that the sand was quite so soft.