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We may not be able to save ourselves as it is. Swim toward the shore!" "Whi ch way ith the thhore?" wailed Tommy. "I don't know. I can't see. I think it must be that way." She placed a firm grip on Tommy's shoulder, turning the smaller girl about, heading her toward what Harriet Burrell believed to be the shore.

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. They will pick us up." "Do do you think we are far from thhore?" "I fear so. Still, I can't be certain about that. I am dreadfully confused and don't know one direction from another. I wish the moon would come up. That would give us our points of compass.

Then there were trackth about the place, trackth of heavy bootth, and a mark in the thand where thomething heavy had been put down. It looked like a box. I gueth it wath. The men had taken the box between them and carried it up and down the thhore ath far ath I could thee. You know, the tide wathhed the marks out near down to the thea."

It's just sea shore, that's all." Tommy chuckled and nodded to herself as she increased her pace and joined her party. "When we get to camp I'm going to take a bath in the thea," she announced carelessly. Miss Elting regarded her sharply. "Camp? Sea?" questioned the guardian. "Yeth. I thaid 'camp' and 'thea." "Where do you think you are going, Grace?" "Why, to the thea thhore of courthe.

No, it wath my feet, not my footthtepth, that led me right along the thhore of the ocean. And what do you thuppose I found?" "An oyster shell," suggested Margery. "No, not that. I found where a boat had been drawn up on the thhore and then thhoved out again. It had been drawn up on the thand.

Tommy permitted herself to lag behind, and the moment she was out of ear-shot of her companions she began to quiz the country boy to learn where he was taking them. "Lonesome Cove," he replied. "Where ith that?" "On the shore." "On what thhore?" "The sea shore." "Oh! Tho we are going to the thea thhore? I thee," reflected Tommy wisely. "Are there lotth of people there?" "Isn't nobody there.

Don't you understand?" "Breakfatht for fithh," muttered Tommy. Harriet shook her as vigorously as she could. It required no little effort to get Grace wide enough awake to understand what Harriet was saying, but after a short time Tommy seemed to understand, understanding that finally came to her with a shock almost equal to that that Harriet had felt. "We we are on thhore?" she questioned.