well as we can, or we
shall get so cold that we shall perish."

"Wait until daylight? Oh, thave me! I thall die--I thurely thall.
Thave me, Harriet!"

"Keep up your courage, darling. We are far from being goners yet, but
we have before us a night that will call for all the courage we
possess. Now pull yourself together and be a brave little girl."

"I don't want to be brave; I want to go home," wailed Grace.

"So do I, and we shall go as soon as we are able to see where home
is," answered Harriet, forcing a laugh.

"Then why don't you go?"

"I can't."

"I'm going." Tommy began to swim. Harriet propelled herself up to her
companion and grasped her by an arm.

"Tommy, you _must_ obey me! You don't know where you are going. You
may be swimming out to sea for all you know. Be a good girl and save
your strength. The night may become lighter later on, then we shall
manage to reach the shore somehow."

"But why don't you go now?"

"Because I don't know where the shore is, dearie. We are lost, just as
much lost as if we were in the middle of the Atlantic," answered
Harriet solemnly.

CHAPTER VIII

A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN NIGHT

"Be brave! Remember that you are a Meadow-Brook Girl, Tommy,"
encouraged Harriet. "We are swimmers. We can't drown unless we get
into a panic. There is a boat somewhere hereabouts. I saw one sail
into the cove, or the bay, whichever it is, before I went to sleep
this evening. The men surely will be coming out in the morning; then,
if we are too far from shore to get in, we ought to be able to attract
their attention. They will pick us up."

"Do--do you think we are far from thhore?"

"I fear so. Still, I can't be certain about that. I am dreadfully
confused and don't know one direction from another. I wish the moon
would come up. That would give us our points of compass. Perhaps the
clouds may blow away after a little. We shall at least be able to see
more clearly after that."

"Oh, I'm tho cold! I'm freething, Har-r-r-i-e-t."

"I will fix that. Come, swim with me. We will ride the waves," cried
Harriet. The swells were long and high. Now they would ride to the
top of one, then go slipping down the other side on a plane of almost
oily smoothness. At such times Tommy would cry out. Even Harriet's
heart would sink as she glanced up at the towering mountains of water
on either side of them. It seemed as if nothing could save them from
being engulfed, buried under tons of dark