Mrs. Fordam. It was a very pretty dance.
I am glad the girls had a chance to go."

The girls seemed glad too, and really looked quite effective in their
party growns, which were carried in the trunks that were strapped on the
autos.

"Oh, it was lovely!" sighed Bess.

"And that tall young fellow was such a fine dancer!" echoed Eline.

"Huh!" growled Jack. "I'm going to bed."

"I guess we're all tired enough to re-tire--joke!" exclaimed Cora.
"Good-night, Jack. Sorry we couldn't go with you, but we had a--previous
engagement!"

The boys did not say much next morning, though the girls were enthusiastic
about their affair.

"If we could only have one two or three times a week," sighed Belle, who
was a fine dancer.

"We may, at Sandy Point Cove," spoke Cora. "There is a pavilion
there--also moving picture shows, to which the boys can take us," and she
glanced at Jack. He said nothing.

Once more they were on their way. The roads were good, and save for the
fact that they took a wrong one shortly after lunch, and went a few miles
out of their route, nothing of moment happened.

"Ten miles to Sandy Point Cove!" read Jack, as they stopped at a
cross-road, to inspect the signboards. "We'll make it in an hour."

"And then for a bath in the briny deep!" cried Walter.

"I hope the fishing is good," remarked Ed. "I haven't caught anything in
a month."

"I hope the _Pet_ has arrived," Cora exclaimed. "I am just dying for a
motor boat ride."

"Let us hope it has then; we don't want you to expire," came from Norton.

In less than an hour they had reached the shore road and were spinning
down it toward the cove where they were to spend the summer. As they
mounted the bluff, around the end of the cove, from which a magnificent
view of the ocean could be had, Cora uttered a cry:

"Look, that sailboat has capsized!" she exclaimed. And she pointed to a
small sloop that had jibed and gone over in a sudden squall. As the motor
girls and boys looked they saw a girlish form clinging to the rounded side
of the craft, her bright red bathing suit making her a conspicuous figure
against the dark hull.

CHAPTER XIII

THE LIGHTHOUSE MAID

Jack Kimball had always said that his sister Cora only needed an
opportunity to prove that she could think quickly in emergencies, and
could demonstrate that she was courageous. Cora had done this on other
occasions, and now at the sight of the overturned boat, and the figure
of t