“Oh, dear! what shall we do?” cried Rebecca.
“See! they have reached the shore!”
“Where’s the drum? I shall go down and beat it.”
“What good will that do?”
“Maybe it will frighten them.”
“But they will see that it is only two little girls.”
“No, we will hide behind the sand hills. Come, let’s go.”
“All right,” said Alice. “There’s the fife, I’ll get that, too.”
Away the little girls ran, scrambling behind bushes, rocks and hills, out to the end of the point.