.

"Indeed not," echoed Cora. "Your daughter's boat upset and we went out
to help her. There she is!"

Cora pointed to a dripping figure, in a red bathing suit climbing up on
a little pier that led to the beacon. Following the disclosure made to
Cora, as Rosalie swam beside the boat, they had reached the shore. Mr.
Haley had been off getting some supplies for the lighthouse and so had
not witnessed the accident. The first intimation he had of it was when
he saw his dripping son being led up by Cora and Eline.

"Upset; eh?" voiced the keeper of the light. "Well, it has happened
before, and it'll happen again. I'm glad it was no worse, and I'm
very much obliged to you, miss. But I don't ever remember seeing you
before--either of you," and he glanced at Eline.

"Oh, I'm sure you never saw _me_!" she laughed "I'm from Chicago."

"Chicago!" he cried, quickly. "Why, I'm from there originally. I used to
be a pilot on the lakes. But that's years ago. Me and my sister came
from there. But Margaret--well, what's the use of talking of it?" and the
worried frown on his face deepened, as he went down to meet his daughter,
telling Dick to go up in the living quarters of the light to get on dry
clothes.

Cora was sure she had seen the light keeper before, but, puzzle her brain
over the matter as she might, she could not recall where it was. And the
name Margaret seemed to be impressed on her memory, too. It was quite
annoying not to be able to recall matters when you wanted to, she thought.

"But I'll just think no more about it," mused Cora. "Perhaps it will come
to me when I least expect it."

The lighthouse maid and her father met, and in a few words she told of
the accident. He sent a man to tow in the overturned boat.

"But you are wet, too!" he exclaimed to Cora, as he noted her damp skirts
and soaked shoes.

"Oh, that's nothing!" said she. "I pushed off the boat. I don't know whose
it is, by the way."

"It belongs to Hank Belton," said the keeper. "He won't mind you using
it. Do you live around here?"

Cora told how they were coming to the bungalows for the summer.

"Ah, then I'll see you again, miss," spoke Mr. Haley. "I can't properly
thank you now--I'm that flustered. This has upset me a little, though
usually I don't worry about the children and the water, for they look
after themselves. But I'm fair bothered about other matters."

"I told her, Daddy," broke in Rosalie. "About Aunt Margaret, you know."

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