obe, if
they were not returned very early in the morning, and nurse knew very
well, she intended to carry out the threat.

There was no bag or luggage to leave with Kitty, neither did she dally
in her exit. Rather, she was in the car and waiting, before Margaret and
Louise could possibly get down the stairs and reach the sidewalk.

"I love automobiles," said Kitty, as they climbed in, and Leonore
touched the starter.

"Wish you would take a longer ride," Margaret remarked. "It would do you
good."

"Can't, wish I could," the girl replied a bit wistfully. "Don't know
what's happened since I've been away. Hope Bentley was there." Margaret
then noticed an anxiety that seemed to make a woman out of the winsome
child.

"You're not worrying about Uncle Pete?" asked Louise. "The girl said he
was all right last evening."

"Oh no, it isn't Uncle Pete I'm worrying about," replied Kitty. But she
did not attempt to explain further, and the girls noticed the omission.

Turning carefully into the little sand road that led to the landing,
Leonore slowed down. A boy just stepped from the pavilion.

"Oh, there's Bentley!" shouted Kitty. "Hello, Ben!" she called waving
frantically. No wonder she was so delighted, thought her companions. It
was almost like coming back from the grave.

"Hello, Kitty," replied Bentley quickly as he could make out the figure
in the back seat of the car. His face showed his pleasure. For Kitty to
have been snatched from the waves, and then spend the night in the
hospital, was really an occurrence.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," she rattled on. The "waits" were
addressed one to Bentley and the other to Leonore. "I'm going over with
Ben. Got your boat?"

"Yes, come on," called the boy, plainly glad to be of service to the
heroine. "Uncle Pete is at the bend. I'll row you down to him."

"Hello, Bentley," Louise called out. "Haven't we had a great time?"

"I should say you had," he answered, cap in hand. "You're the life
saver, aren't you?"

"She's _it_," sang out Margaret gleefully.

"Oh, say, girls" (now Bentley's bashfulness was threatening him), "did
any of you lose a bag?"

For a moment neither Margaret nor Louise remembered Elizabeth's lost bag
with the shoes and stockings on the beach. Then it flashed on Margaret--

"Oh, yes with some other things," she stammered. "You know, Louise,
Elizabeth left her bag with the things on the beach, moonlight bathing
night--"

"Yes, that's so," s