By and by the colors began to fade and give place to a silvery gray, which gradually deepened and spread till the whole sky was fast growing black with clouds that even to her inexperienced eye portended a storm.

She started up and sent a sweeping glance around on every side.  Could it be possible that she was so far from the tiny ’Sconset cottage that at present she called home?  Here were Tom Never’s Head and the life-saving station almost close at hand; she had heard papa say they were a good two miles from ’Sconset, so she must be very nearly that distance from home, all alone too, and with night and a storm fast coming on.

“Oh me!  I’ve been disobedient again,” she said aloud, as she set off for home at her most rapid pace; “what would papa say?  It wasn’t exactly intentional this time, but I should not have been so careless.”

Alarmed at the prospect of being overtaken by darkness and tempest alone out in the wild, she used her best efforts to move with speed; but she could scarcely see to pick her steps or take a perfectly direct course, and now and again she was startled by the flutter of an affrighted night-bird across her path as she wandered among the sand dunes, toiling over the yielding soil, the booming of the waves and the melancholy cadences of the wind as it rose and fell filling her ears.

She was a brave child, entirely free from superstitious fears, and having learned that the island harbored no burglars or murderers, and that there was no wild beast upon it, her only fear was of being overtaken by the storm or lost on the moors, unable to find her way till day-break.

But, gaining the top of a sand-hill, the star-like gleam of Sankaty Light greeted her delighted eyes, and with a joyful exclamation, “Oh, now I can find the way!” she sprang forward with renewed energy, soon found the path to the village, pursued it with quickened steps and light heart, although the rain was now pouring down, accompanied with occasional flashes of lightning and peals of thunder, and in a few moments pushed open the door of the cottage and stepped into the astonished presence of the ladies of the party.

She had not been missed till the approach of the storm drove them all within doors; then perceiving that the little girl was not among them, the question passed from one to another, “Where is Lulu?”

No one could say where; Grace remembered that she had gone out intending to take a stroll along the beach, but did not mention in which direction.

“And she has never been known to stay out so late; and—­and the tide is coming in,” cried Violet, sinking pale and trembling into a chair.  “Oh, mamma, if she is drowned, how shall I answer to my husband for taking so little care of his child?”

“My dear daughter, don’t borrow trouble,” Elsie said cheerfully, though her own cheek had grown very pale; “it was in my care he left her, not in yours.”