“Don’t fret, Vi,” Edward said; “I don’t believe she’s drowned; she has more sense than to go where the tide would reach her; but I’ll go at once to look for her, and engage others in the search also.”

He started for the door.

“She may be out on the moors, Ned,” called Zoe, running after him with his waterproof coat.  “Here, put this on.”

“No time to wait for that,” he said.

“But you must take time,” she returned, catching hold of him and throwing it over his shoulders; “men have to obey their wives once in awhile; Lu’s not drowning; don’t you believe it; and she may as well get a wetting as you.”

Grace, hiding her head in Violet’s lap, was sobbing bitterly, the latter stroking her hair in a soothing way, but too full of grief and alarm herself to speak any comforting words.

“Don’t cry, Gracie; and, Vi, don’t look so distressed,” said Betty.  “Lulu, like myself, is one of those people that need never be worried about—­the bad pennies that always turn up again.”

“Then she isn’t fit for heaven,” remarked Rosie in an undertone not meant for her sister’s ear; “but I don’t believe,” she added in a louder key, “that there is anything worse the matter than too long a walk for her to get back in good season.”

“That is my opinion, Vi,” said Mrs. Dinsmore; and Elsie added, “Mine also.”

No one spoke again for a moment, and in the silence the heavy boom, boom of the surf on the beach below came distinctly to their ears.  Then there was a vivid flash of lightning and a terrific thunder crash, followed instantly by a heavy down-pour of rain.

“And she is out in all this!” exclaimed Violet in tones of deep distress.  “Dear child, if I only had her here safe in my arms, or if her father were here to look after her!”

“And punish her,” added Rosie.  “It’s my humble opinion that if ever a girl of her age needed a good whipping, she does.”

“Rosie,” said her mother, with unwonted severity, “I cannot allow you to talk in that way.  Lulu’s faults are different from yours, but perhaps no worse; for while she is passionate and not sufficiently amenable to authority, you are showing yourself both uncharitable and Pharisaical.”

“Well, mamma,” Rosie answered, blushing deeply at the reproof, “I cannot help feeling angry with her for giving poor Vi so much unnecessary worry and distress of mind.  And I am sure her father must have felt troubled and mortified by the way she behaved for two or three days while he was here.”

“But he loves her very dearly,” said Violet; “so dearly that to lose her in this way would surely break his heart.”

“But I tell you he is not going to lose her in this way,” said Betty in a lively tone; “don’t you be a bit afraid of it.”

But Violet could not share the comfortable assurance; to her it seemed more than likely Lulu had been too venturesome, and that a swiftly incoming wave had carried her off her feet and swept her in its recoil into the boiling sea.