Mamma would believe her; and if--oh, if she only would let me study with her, what perfect joy that would be!' Josie made these remarks one afternoon as she and Bess prepared for a swim, a fishing party having prevented their morning bathe.
'You must bide your time, dear, and not be so impatient.

Papa promised to give you a chance before the season is over, and he always manages things nicely.

That will be better than any queer prank of yours,' answered Bess, tying her pretty hair in a white net to match her suit, while Josie made a little lobster of herself in scarlet.
'I hate to wait; but I suppose I must.

Hope she will bathe this afternoon, though it is low tide.

She told Uncle she should have to go in then because in the morning people stared so and went on her beach.
Come and have a good dive from the big rock.