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"I don't want to be brave; I want to go home," wailed Grace.
"So do I, and we shall go as soon as we are able to see where home
is," answered Harriet, forcing a laugh.
"Then why don't you go?"
"I can't."
"I'm going." Tommy began to swim. Harriet propelled herself up to her
companion and grasped her by an arm.
"Tommy, you _must_ obey me! You don't know where you are going. You
may be swimming out to sea for all you know. Be a good girl and save
your strength. The night may become lighter later on, then we shall
manage to reach the shore somehow."
"But why don't you go now?"
"Because I don't know where the shore is, dearie. We are lost, just as
much lost as if we were in the middle of the Atlantic," answered
Harriet solemnly.
CHAPTER VIII
A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN NIGHT
"Be brave! Remember that you are a Meadow-Brook Girl, Tommy,"
encouraged Harriet. "We are swimmers. We can't drown unless we get
into a panic. There is a boat somewhere hereabouts. I saw one sail
into the cove, or the bay, whichever it is, before I went to sleep
this evening. The men surely will be coming out in the morning; then,
if we are too far from shore to get in, we ought to be able to attract
their attention.
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