own in that book. Then came the return to normal life,
but with the prospect of more adventures, on the verge of which we now
find Cora and her friends.

They were ready for the summer vacation, and had voted to spend it at
Sandy Point Cove--a resort on the Atlantic coast. It was the evening
before the start, and they had gathered at Cora's house to arrange final
details.

They were to motor to the cove, taking their time, for it was no small
distance from Chelton where our friends lived. The motor boat _Petrel_
sometimes just called _Pet_ for short, had been shipped on ahead.

I think I have already mentioned the names of the young folks. Cora
generally came first, by reason of her personality. She was a splendid
girl, tall and rather dark, and had somewhat of a commanding air, though
she was not at all fond of her own way, and always willing to give in
to others if it could be made plain that their way was best. Her mother
was a wealthy widow, and there was Jack, Cora's brother, taller than
she, darker perhaps and was he handsomer? Cora had, some time before,
been given a fine large touring car, and Jack owned a small runabout.

Walter Pennington was Jack's chum, both of them attending Exmouth College,
where, of late, Ed Foster had taken a post-graduate course. Ed was
very fond of hunting and fishing, and considered himself quite a sportsman.

The Robinson twins were daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Perry Robinson, the
father being a wealthy railroad man. He had given the girls a fine
car--the _Flyaway_ it had been christened--while Jack called his the
_Get There_. Sometimes it did, and sometimes it didn't. To go back to
the girls. Belle, or Isabel, as she had been christened, was plump and
rosy, and her sister Bess, tall, willowy and fair, her rather light
hair contrasting with the brown locks of Belle.

Eline Carleton, from Chicago, a distant cousin of Cora had been invited
to spend the summer with the Kimballs, and was to go to the Cove. Norton
Randolf was a newcomer in town, said to be of a wealthy family. He had
only lately made the acquaintance of Jack and his chums, but was rather
well liked.

Chelton, as my previous readers know, was a most charming semi-country
town, nestling in a bend of the Chelton River, a stream of picturesque
beauty. The location was in New England, not so far from the New York line
that the trip to the metropolis was a fatiguing one. The young people
had often taken it on pleasure bent.