Harriet waited until her companions had rolled up in their blankets;
then she opened the door wide so that the ocean breeze blew in and
swirled about the interior of the cabin in a miniature gale. The girls
did not mind it at all. They thought it delicious. This was getting
the real benefit of being at the sea shore. Harriet rolled in her
blanket directly in front of the door with her head pillowed on the
sill. To enter the cabin one would have to step over her. She went to
sleep after lying gazing out over the sea for some time.
"What's that?" Harriet started up with a half-smothered exclamation. A
report that sounded like the discharge of a gun had aroused her, or
else she had been dreaming. She was not certain which it had been. The
other girls were asleep, as was indicated by their regular breathing.
Harriet listened intently. She had not changed her position, but her
eyes were wide open, looking straight out to sea. Nothing unusual was
found there. She was about to close her eyes again when a peculiar
creaking sound greeted her ears. Harriet knew instantly the meaning of
the sound. It came from the straining of ropes on a sailboat.
Unrolling from the blanket and hastily dressing, the Meadow-Brook Girl
crawled out to the bar, wishing to make her observations unseen by any
one else.
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