her eyes lifted to his, pleaded as earnestly as
Lulu's tongue. He hesitated for an instant, then stooped, took Grace in
his arms, and saying to Lulu, "Yes, come along; it is too grand a sight
for me to let you miss it," hurried after the others.

Violet had not come out with the rest, her attention being taken up
with her babe just at that time, and he would give her the sight
afterward on taking the children in.

On they went over the wet sands--Mr. Dinsmore and his wife, Edward and
his, Betty holding on to Harold's arm, Rose and Walter helped along by
Herbert and Bob.

To Max Raymond's great content and a little to the discomfiture of her
sons, who so delighted in waiting upon and in every way caring for her,
Elsie had chosen him for her companion and escort, and with Lulu they
hastened after the others and just ahead of the captain and Grace, who
brought up the rear.

The thunder of the surf prevented any attempt at conversation, but now
and then there was a little scream, ending with a shout of laughter from
one or another of the feminine part of the procession, as they were
overtaken by the edge of a wave and their shoes filled with the foam,
their skirts wetted by it. Not a very serious matter, as all had learned
ere this, as salt water does not cause one to take cold.

Arrived at the spot from where the very best view of the conflict could
be had, they stood long gazing upon it, awestruck and fascinated by the
terrific grandeur of the scene. I can best describe it in the words of a
fellow-author far more gifted in that line than I.

"Yonder comes shoreward a great wave, towering above all its brethren.
Onward it comes, swift as a race-horse, graceful as a great ship,
bearing right down upon us. It strikes 'The Rips,' and is there itself
struck by a wave approaching from another direction. The two converge in
their advance, and are dashed together--embrace each other like two
angry giants, each striving to mount upon the shoulder of the other and
crush its antagonist with its ponderous bulk. Swift as thought they
mount higher and higher, in fierce, mad struggle, until their force is
expended; their tops quiver, tremble, and burst into one great mass of
white, gleaming foam; and the whole body of the united wave, with a
mighty bound, hurls itself upon the shore and is broken into a flood of
seething waters--crushed to death in its own fury.

"All over the shoal the waves leap up in pinnacles, in volcanic poi