y and other things that the
bathing-folk left with her for safe-keeping. This young lady cashier saw
Margy being carried by Mr. Bunker, and called to him:

"Bring the little girl up here. She can lie down on a bench in the
shade, and feel the fresh ocean air. That will be better than having her
out in the sun."

"Indeed it will," said Mrs. Bunker. "Thank you very much."

With some dry bathing-suits and towels, the girl kindly made a sort of
bed on a bench for Margy, and there the little girl was tenderly put to
rest by her father. Then he looked carefully at her, and listened to the
beating of her heart.

"She'll be all right in a little while," he said. "If I could get her a
glass of cold water----"

"I'll get you one," offered the bathing cashier. "We have some ice water
inside."

"You are very kind," said Mrs. Bunker. "We went in bathing from this
place not very long ago, but I did not see you here then."

"No, I come only in the afternoons," said the girl. "Another girl and I
take turns, as the work is pretty hard on a hot day when lots of folks
go in swimming."

She brought the water for Margy, and then the little girl opened her
eyes and looked about her.

"Take a drink," said her mother. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yes," said Margy. "I'm all right. I felt awful funny," she said, and
she smiled a little. Her cheeks were not so pale now, and she tried to
sit up.

"Better lie down a bit yet," said Daddy Bunker. "Then you'll feel a lot
better. Next time you mustn't ride so much on the merry-go-round. Too
many trips are not good for any one."

In a short time Margy felt so much better that she could sit up. The
cashier came back from her place at the window to ask how the little
girl was feeling, and she seemed glad when told that Margy was better.

Russ, Rose and the other children had been asked to stay outside and
play in the sand, but now, having been told by Aunt Jo that Margy was
nearly recovered, they came in the bathing pavilion office to look at
their little sister. Just at this time there were not many people
wanting bathing-suits, so the cashier who had been so kind was not very
busy.

As Rose and the others stood looking at Margy, and also at the cashier,
Vi suddenly exclaimed:

"Why, I know her!"

"Who?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"Her," went on Vi. She pointed to the cashier. "She found me the day I
was lost, when I went after the loaf of bread and I went down the wrong
street and I coul