at the lighthouse. I'll ask Daddy."

The lighthouse maid had gotten out of her bathing suit on the arrival
of the motor boat in the cove, and, in her ordinary attire had come
over to the bungalow where the rescued girl was still in a state of
unconsciousness.

"That will be a good idea," said Cora. "I wish you would. But I don't see
why that doctor doesn't hurry. Perhaps we had better telephone again."

"I'll do it," offered Belle. "But perhaps we ought to try and revive her
ourselves--some ammonia--" and she looked at Cora questioningly.

"I had rather not," was the answer. "We don't know what injury we might
do her. She may have been struck on the head, or something like that. I
had rather a doctor would examine her. Poor creature. Who can she be?"

No one could tell. The strange girl was pretty, and her light brown hair,
now drying out, clustered around her pale face that looked so much like
death that the motor girls were greatly affected by it.

"Her people must be terribly worried about her," said Eline, softly.
"Just think of it! They will read of the wreck in the newspapers, and
see the list of those saved. Her name will not be among them, and they
will think her drowned."

"That is so," agreed Cora. "Oh, why doesn't that doctor hurry? If we could
revive her she would tell her name and we could notify her folks. I've a
good notion----"

Cora started for the telephone just as the bell rang. Cora snapped the
receiver down from the hook.

"Yes--yes!" the others heard her say eagerly. "Oh, that is too bad! Your
car has broken down while you were coming here? Yes, of course we want
you! We have a strange case here. Wait! I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll
come for you in my own car!"

Cora turned to her friends.

"Just think of it!" she cried. "Dr. Brown's car broke down while he was
on his way here. He's over at Siconset and I'll go over and get him."

"Then take our car!" suggested Bess. "It's just been filled with oil and
gasoline. Yours may not have any in."

"I will, thank you. You come with me, Bess; Belle and Eline can look after
things until we get back. It isn't far."

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Belle. "What--what will I do if she wakes up?"

"Oh, don't be nervous!" exclaimed Cora, vigorously. "If she comes to her
senses so much the better. Get her something warm to drink. She may be
starving."

"Very likely she is," said Mrs. Chester. "Run along, Cora. We'll look
after things here. Bring the doct