"All the same," insisted Margaret, "we must go to the life saving
station right after lunch."

"And how about our tennis game? We promised Mary, you know, to go over
for a couple of sets this afternoon."

"We never seem to get to tennis," deplored Louise. "But let's all meet
at Borden's at two o'clock, and then we can decide what to do."

"There's Leonore looking for me," called out Grace.

"And there's Jerry looking for me," added Cleo.

"Come on girls, pile in, plenty of room," called Gerald; and those who
did not run to his car flocked to the one driven by Leonore, so that the
belated scouts made good time, then at least, in getting to their
respective cottages.

CHAPTER XIII

A BLANKET OF FOG

THE genuine good times of summer, such as seem to sprout up daily and
scatter enough seeds to insure an equal good time on the morrow, had
given the scouts such a round of gayety, that a full week dashed by
before they could again settle down to work on the mystery of Luna Land.

Girls coming down to the beach from the city, others leaving for the
mountains, a round of cottage entertaining, besides events at the
casino, swimming contests, hotel entertainments--all these and many
other features, served to keep the girls delightfully busy at the gay
little summer resort, Sea Crest.

But in spite of such attraction a rainy spell will set in, and set in it
did, good and plenty, along about the middle of July. Then it was that
the resources of cottage and hotel were taxed to keep the visitors
contented.

Mary, at the Colonade, had been a veritable benefactress, for there
something was always going on; but Miss Constance Hastings found she
could not stand the damp chill of continued rain and heavy fog, so quite
unexpectedly she "pulled up stakes," and as Mary would not think of
letting her go on to Tuxedo alone, there was suddenly one True Tred less
at Sea Crest.

"What would we do without the life saving station and Captain Dave?"
Grace asked, trudging along through the dense fog, toward those
quarters. "Come along Weasie, I wouldn't wonder but Helen and Julia will
come in from the other way. Do you suppose the sun will ever shine
again?"

"Bound to," replied Louise, "but this awful fog!"

"My conscience is mildewed and my temper is blue molded," declared
Grace. "Just look at what used to be the ocean."

"Come on over to the pier," suggested Louise. "I love to watch the
breakers tear up against the pil