“Who is that man sitting on that bench nearest the water, and looking just ready to run and help if anybody needs it?” asked Grace.

“Oh, that’s Captain Gorham,” said Max. “and to run and help if he’s needed is exactly what he’s there for.  And I presume he always does it; for they say no bather was ever drowned here.”

Ten or fifteen minutes later a little dripping figure left the water, and came running toward them.

“Why, it’s Lulu,” Gracie said, as it drew near, calling out to Max that papa was ready for him.

Max was off like a shot in the direction of the water, and Lulu shouted to her sister, “Oh Gracie, it’s such fun!  I wish you had gone, too.”

Violet hastened to throw a waterproof cloak about Lulu’s shoulders, and bade her hurry to the house, rub hard with a coarse towel, and put on dry clothing.

“I will go with you,” she added, “if you wish.”

“Oh no, thank you, Mamma Vi,” Lulu answered, in a lively, happy tone.  “I can do it all quite well myself, and it must be fun for you to sit here and watch the bathers.”

“Well, dear, rub till you are in a glow,” Violet said, as the little girl sped on her way.

“Oh mamma, see, see!” cried Grace, more than half frightened at the sight; “papa has gone away, way out, and Maxie with him.  Oh, aren’t you afraid they will drown?”

“No, Gracie dear; I think we may safely trust your father’s prudence and skill as a swimmer,” Violet answered.  “Ah, there come Grandma Rose and my mother; but Zoe and Betty seem to be enjoying it too much to leave yet.”

“Mamma, let’s stay here till our people all come out; papa and Maxie, any way” Grace said, persuasively.

“Yes; we will if you wish,” said Violet.  “I was just thinking I must go in to see how baby is doing; but here comes Dinah, bringing her to me.”

There was no accident that day, and everybody was enthusiastic in praise of the bathing.  Zoe and Betty would have liked to stay in the water much longer than their escorts deemed prudent, but yielded to their better judgment.

The next morning there was a division of their forces:  the Dinsmores, Mrs. Elsie Travilla, Rosie, and Walter, and the Raymonds taking an early start for Nantucket Town, the others remaining behind to enjoy a repetition of the surf bath at ’Sconset.

The Nantucket party drove directly to the bathing house of the town, and the little girls took their first lesson in swimming.  They all thought it “very nice,” even Grace soon forgetting her timidity in the quiet water and with her father to take care of her.

After that they went about the town visiting places of note—­the Athenaeum, the oldest house, dating back more than a hundred years, no longer habitable, but kept as a relic of olden times, so important that a visit to it is a part of the regular curriculum of the summer sojourner in Nantucket; then to the news-room, where they wrote their names in the “Visitors’ Book;” then to the stores to view, among other things, the antique furniture and old crockery on exhibition there and for sale.