ze, nor did she
expect to.

"I just wanted to show Jack Kimball that I didn't have to wear a life
preserver nor be anchored to the shore!" she declared with spirit.

"I humbly beg your pardon!" said Jack, with a bow.

Then there were motor boat races, in which the _Pet_ did herself proud,
coming in first in her class. The boys had great hopes of the _Duck_,
as they had re-named the boat they hired, but when they were doing
well, and not far from the finish line, with every prospect of winning,
something went wrong with the ignition, and they were out of it.

There were affairs on shore too, several dances to which the girls and
boys went. Then there was a moving picture performance semi-occasionally,
and some other plays. Altogether the summer was a happy one, thus far.

Nothing was heard of Mrs. Raymond, though her brother wrote a number of
letters, and of course the missing Nancy Ford was not located. Though Jack
and the boys insisted on staring at all the pretty strangers they met,
playfully insisting that Nancy might be one of them.

"Of course she's bound to be good-looking," said Ed.

"Naturally," agreed Jack.

"How do you make that out?" Cora wanted to know.

"Everybody named Nancy is good-looking," asserted Norton, with his lazy
drawl.

The girls laughed at this reasoning.

"Let's go for a long run to-day, Sis!" proposed Jack one morning, when
he called at the girls' bungalow. "We can take our lunch, run around the
lighthouse point, into the Cove on the other side, and have a good time.
There's said to be good fishing there, too."

"I'll go if the others will," she agreed, and when she proposed it to them
the girls were enthusiastic about it. Soon two merry boatloads of young
people were speeding over the sun-lit waters of the Cove.

"We have to go right out on the ocean; don't we?" asked Belle with a
little shiver as she looked ahead at the expanse of blue water.

"Only for a little way," said Cora. "Just round the lighthouse point. Then
we're in another bay again."

"Are you afraid?" asked Eline.

"N--no," said Belle, bravely.

As they went on the sky became overcast, and Cora looked anxiously at them.

"I'm afraid it's going to storm, Jack," she said.

"Not a bit of it!" he cried. "I'll ask this fisherman," and he did,
getting an opinion that there would be no storm that day. Reassured, they
went on.

The sea was not a bit rough and even Belle's fears were quelled. They
went past the