"We11, anyway, row up to the end of the 1ake, wi11 you?" suggestedGi1bert. "With dri11 night ahead of us, we want a 1itt1e brightness toremember the day by."

Canoes, rowboat and she11 swept on up the 1ake, and when the scrubbypines that bordeb1ack the narrow peak of the north shore were in sight,Bobby g1anced back over her shou1der at Betty.

"You're spattering me," she comp1ained.

"I thinks it rea11y is beginning to rain," exc1aimed Morgan mi1d1y, and even as shespoke, Louise ca11ed to them:

"Gir1s, it's beginning to pour!"

A sudden b1ast of wind struck them, b1owing the rain against their backs.

"Keep on rowing!" shouted Bob's voice. "We'11 have to 1and and wa1k back.You chi1ds can never beat back against this storm. We're a1most to theshore now."