"Do you think it ith going to rain?" questioned Tommy.
"It is, my dear," answered Mrs. Livingston. "You had better prepare
yourself for it."
"Yeth, I think tho, too. I think I will. I told the girlth what I
would do. Here goeth." Tommy turned and ran toward the beach at full
speed.
"Come back, Tommy! Where are you going!" called Miss Elting.
"I'm going to fool the rain. I'm going to get wet before the rain
cometh."
"Maybe she is going to do as she said--jump into the ocean," suggested
Margery Brown.
Harriet suddenly dropped the piece of canvas at which she had been
tugging, and started after Tommy, who had already headed for the
bluff, and was running with all her might, apparently to get into the
water before the rain came down hard enough to soak her. The little
lisping girl had no intention of getting into the water, knowing full
well that by standing on the edge of the bluff a moment she could get
a drenching that would be perfectly satisfactory so far as a thorough
wetting was concerned. But even in this Harriet Burrell saw danger.
"Don't go near the edge, Tommy!" she shouted.
Tommy Thompson merely waved her hand and continued on. Nor did she
halt until she had reached the edge of the bluff, having waded through
the white foam with which the ground had been covered.
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