And in a few minutes, after mutual greetings, Mrs. Beauchamp was comfortably settled in her deck chair, while the girls, spreading a rug on the sand, threw themselves down upon it in careless attitudes. That first morning was but a sample of most of those which followed. Mrs. Beauchamp read, or chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Drury, while the young people enjoyed themselves in every way. A tent, next to the one used by the Drurys, was hired, and the girls had great fun over bathing. Mrs. Beauchamp wished Monica to learn to swim, so an old bathing-machine proprietor, one of the chief features of Sandyshore, used to give her and Olive a lesson every morning. Elsa was too timid to really enjoy more of the sea than could be had where the water was comparatively shallow, and Amethyst and she were quite content to look on at the more daring exploits of the other two girls. Such fun and merriment did they all have that first week at Sandyshore, that it did not seem possible that they _could_ enjoy themselves more, although Amethyst’s one cry was: "Won’t it be just too perfectly lovely when Marcus comes?" Marcus Drury, Amethyst’s brother and senior by four or five years, had only recently gone up to Cambridge upon leaving Trent College. He had been spending a few weeks of the Long Vacation with another undergraduate at the latter’s home in Scotland, but now he was expected to arrive at Sandyshore any day, and his devoted and admiring little sister was on the tiptoe of excitement about his coming. Of course, he was well known to the Franklyn girls, with whose brothers he had been friendly since the Drurys had lived at Osmington, but Monica felt a good deal of interest in the young fellow of whom she had heard so much. Therefore, one morning, some ten days after their arrival at Sandyshore, when Amethyst came flying along the Shore Road to meet them with the words, "Marcus has come, and you’ll never guess who is with him!" all three girls were quite as mystified as she wished them to be. "No one I know," said Monica, with decision. "No, you don’t; but the others do." And Amethyst bubbled over with excitement. "Do be quick and guess: I can’t keep it much longer." "Not Dick?" hazarded Elsa, more to please her friend than because she expected to be right. "No, not Dick," said Amethyst merrily. "Try again." "Roger, then," said Olive. "Yes, yes, yes! Isn’t it splendid? He wanted to surprise you, and he’s got a week’s holiday from St. Adrian’s, and Marcus met him in the Strand, or somewhere, and persuaded him to pack up and come down here with him." "Oh, how lovely!" cried the twins simultaneously; "do let us see him. Where is he?" "There," and Amethyst triumphantly pointed out a couple of young fellows not very far away, who had evidently been enjoying, from a distance, the surprise the news had caused.