freshened up beautifully, thanks to Dorothy's thoughtfulness in giving
them a cold spray in the bath tub.

"What a lovely room!" Nan exclaimed, in unconcealed admiration.

"Do you like it?" said Dorothy. "It has a lovely view of the ocean
and I chose it for you because I know you like to see pretty sights
out of your window. The sun seems to rise just under this window,"
and she brushed aside the dainty curtains.

The moonlight made a bright path out on the ocean and Nan stood
looking out, spellbound.

"I think the ocean is so grand," she said. "It always makes me feel
so small and helpless."

"When you are under a big wave," laughed her cousin, who had a way of
being jolly. "I felt that way the other day. Just see my arm," and
Dorothy pushed up her short sleeve, displaying a black and blue bruise
too high up to be seen except in an evening dress or bathing costume.

"How did you do that?" asked Nan, in sympathy.

"Ran into a pier," returned the cousin, with unconcern. "I thought my
arm was broken first. But we must go down," said Dorothy, while Nan
wanted to see all the things in her pretty room. "We always sit
outside before retiring. Mamma says the ocean sings a lullaby that
cures all sorts of bad dreams and sleeplessness."

On the veranda Nan and Dorothy joined the others. Freddie was almost