eaten and they were rather impressed with both it and the service.

After luncheon the party sat for a long time on the clean, white sand,
laughing and talking gayly. It was a perfect day and everyone was in
the best possible spirits. Later on they divided into little groups.
Lillian and Phil wandered off with Jack Bolling. Eleanor found a
congenial companion in one of the young women guests from the hotel,
while Tom, Miss Jones and Mrs. Curtis sat under a tree with the artist,
watching him sketch. Madge, alone, flitted from one group to another,
a little, restless spirit.

"Why don't you take Miss Morton for a sail, Tom?" suggested his mother.
"You will have time to go a short distance out. We shall not start for
the hotel until four o'clock."

"A good suggestion. Thank you, Mother," cried Tom. "Come on, Miss
Morton."

Madge and Tom went gayly down to the boat. Tom's big setter dog,
Brownie, dashed after them, pleading so hard to be taken aboard that
Tom at last consented to have him, though he gravely assured the animal
that three was a crowd, to which statement Brownie merely gave a joyful
yelp and darted on board without further ceremony.

[Illustration: Madge and Tom went gayly down to the boat.]

It was a glorious day with a stiff breeze blowing. The water was
fairly choppy, but the boat sped along, occasionally dashing the spray
into the two young faces. Madge wore a white cloth cap, with a visor,
such as ship's officers wear, and looked as nautical as she felt. Both