" sang out Grace, as they caught sight of the
blue car waiting at the landing.

"Also Gerald and--yes, it's Isabel," called Helen, for from her family
car a girl in Isabel's green sweater was waving merrily to the incoming
craft.

Explanations with details of delays on a sailboat seemed entirely
superfluous, and with creditable good sense the stranded party was
welcomed home, without the worry of sighs or sobs.

"But why did you go to the city to-day of all days?" Cleo demanded of
Isabel. "We have had the event of the season, and you should have been
among those present."

"The dentist," explained Isabel, making room for her chums in the car.
"Nothing on earth but a tyrannical dentist could drag me away from Sea
Crest in mid season."

"Well, I thought it must have been something urgent," Cleo conceded.
"But, Izzy love! We have been to Luna Land!"

"You didn't tell us!" charged Elizabeth. She had been to the city with
Isabel.

"We didn't know," returned Cleo. "It was an accident--a miraculous
accident."

Followed such snatchy bits of explanation as might be given on the short
ride home. Isabel and Elizabeth seemed quite as much absorbed in the
fact that their friend Neal had a new motor boat as did they in the
revelation concerning Luna Land.

The evening attraction of moonlight bathing served to divert,
temporarily, the girls' keen interest in holding a True Tred meeting
immediately. Every one wanted to go straight back to the island--no dogs
had devoured them, no lunatics were discovered up trees, no ghosts had
been noticed ambling about the grove, and why had they even hesitated to
explore there? Each demanded an answer from each, but none replied.

Moonlight, like all the other released atmospheric beauties, came
"double barreled," and crowds flocked to the beach for the novelty of
evening bathing.

"And of course, we're too young," grumbled Isabel. "I just wonder if the
water is the same day as night. Come on, let's wade."

This was the signal for wading preparations. In a sheltered corner under
the board walk, the girls divested themselves of their shoes and
stockings, scampered back to the edge and encountered knee deep waves or
wavelets.

"Wading is really decorous in the dark," boomed Elizabeth. "It's lots
more fun than even bathing in daylight."

"But not as good as swimming," replied Louise, who had just allowed her
pretty pink scarf-sash to come in contact with the ruinous salt water.

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