foamy
billows by the brief, though heavy, blow. The waves were now mounting
the bluff back of the beach, leaving a white coating of creamy foam
over a considerable part of the ground below the camp.

"Do you think it ith going to rain?" questioned Tommy.

"It is, my dear," answered Mrs. Livingston. "You had better prepare
yourself for it."

"Yeth, I think tho, too. I think I will. I told the girlth what I
would do. Here goeth." Tommy turned and ran toward the beach at full
speed.

"Come back, Tommy! Where are you going!" called Miss Elting.

"I'm going to fool the rain. I'm going to get wet before the rain
cometh."

"Maybe she is going to do as she said--jump into the ocean," suggested
Margery Brown.

Harriet suddenly dropped the piece of canvas at which she had been
tugging, and started after Tommy, who had already headed for the
bluff, and was running with all her might, apparently to get into the
water before the rain came down hard enough to soak her. The little
lisping girl had no intention of getting into the water, knowing full
well that by standing on the edge of the bluff a moment she could get
a drenching that would be perfectly satisfactory so far as a thorough
wetting was concerned. But even in this Harriet Burrell saw danger.

"Don't go near the edge, Tommy!" she shouted.

Tommy Thompson merely waved her hand and continued on. Nor did she
halt until she had reached the edge of the bluff, having waded through
the white foam with which the ground had been covered. She stood
there, faintly outlined in the night, and with both hands thrown
above her head as if she were about to dive, uttered a shrill little
yell.

"Stop! Come back!" begged Harriet.

"I'm going to take a thwim," replied Tommy.

A great, dark roller came thundering in. It leaped up into the air,
hovered an instant, then descended in an overwhelming flood right over
the shivering figure of the little Meadow-Brook Girl standing on the
edge of the bluff. Harriet had reached the scene just in time to get
the full force of the downpour. Neither girl could speak, both were
choking, when suddenly the ground gave way beneath their feet and they
felt themselves slipping down and down until it seemed to Harriet as
if they were going to the very bottom of the sea.

Now they were lifted from their feet. They were no longer slipping
downward. Instead, they were being carried up and up until they were
free from the choking pressure of the wa