cold, take my coat, and
I'll tie our handkerchiefs round your feet. There, lean on me, now. We
must hold on to the rock, you know, or we might tumble. Now, let's both
scream 'help' as loud as we can. May be, some one will hear us and
come."

But though we shouted till we were hoarse, the only answering voices
were those of the roaring wind and "the wild sea water."

It was quite dark now. I could see nothing as I clung there, half
sitting, half lying, with my face on Georgie's shoulder. Strangely vivid
were the pictures that passed before my closed eyes. I saw my pretty
nursery, with the clear lamplight falling on the pictured walls and the
little white beds; I saw my mother seated by the fire, with the baby in
her arms, and heard her low, sweet voice singing:

"Sleep, baby, sleep,
Thy father watches the sheep!"

I saw my father, laughing and frolicking with my little brothers, as his
wont was on a leisure evening. How I longed to be among them. Then my
hair, blowing across my eyes, blotted out the pleasant picture, and the
hoarse shouting of the sea drove the sweet cradle-song from my ears.

Georgie's voice stopped my weary sobbing. "Allie," he said, softly,
"mamma told me that true knights prayed for help when they were
fighting. So I shall ask God to help us now. I think He will."

Then, clear and soft, amid the roaring of the storm, arose the childish
voice repeating his evening prayer:

"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep!
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."

I felt a little quieter when he had finished. Georgie's strong, sweet
faith strengthened me unawares, and involuntarily I repeated the little
prayer after him. Then we were silent for a long time. I was strangely
weak and weary. The fear of death was gone now; I thought no more of
even my mother. I think I was fast lapsing into unconsciousness when
Georgie's voice half aroused me. "Allie! Allie!" he cried. "Wake up! You
are slipping down! O, Allie, dear, do try to get up! You'll be drowned!"
But even this failed to arouse me from the stupor into which I had
fallen. I felt myself slipping from my seat. Already my feet were in the
icy water, and the spray was dashing about my face. I heard Georgie call
me once again, felt my hands firmly grasped in his, and then I knew
nothing more.

* * * * *

"Alice, dear little Alice!" I opened my eyes at