"Look, Prue!" she exclaimed, catching Prue by the arm, "look--there is Hugh, and he has got someone with him--oh, _do_ you think he has rescued some drowning sailors?" Prue came out of her day-dream with a jerk, and brought her thoughts and her eyes back to earth, or rather to sea. "Yes, he _has_ someone with him," she said. "How funny!" As they gazed, the three swimmers turned round and, with a good deal of ducking and slipping, climbed aboard the raft, which triumphantly survived and remained afloat, though decidedly wet about the deck. They proceeded to unfurl the sail, which one boy held while the other two took to the oars, and, after some hard work, the _Nancy Lee_ was safely beached. Grizzel joined Mollie and Prudence, and the three girls watched the three boys, not offering to go and help with the raft because they felt a little shy of the strangers. Presently one of them turned round--and Mollie gave a jump. The boy's hair hung over his forehead in wet, black streaks, and he was dressed, or rather undressed, in a swimming-suit, the rest of him being wet, white skin; but in spite of this unusual appearance Mollie was almost sure--in fact she was quite sure--that it was Young Outram. And the other boy--who kept his back turned in a provoking way as he examined the raft--why, _that_ boy--yes, it surely was Dick! Mollie squealed and caught Prue by the arm: "It's Dick and Jerry Outram!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. "Oh, Prue--have they swum all the way from London without any clothes?" Prudence laughed. "Mollie, you _are_ a goose! _Do_ you think they could swim fourteen thousand miles?" "Well how--? Oh, I forgot! It is so hard to remember about Time-travelling here! Oh, Prue, _how_ exciting it is!" At that moment Dick looked round and saw his sister. Both boys came racing along the sand towards the girls, kicking up their heels like young colts. "Cheerio!" cried Dick, as he pranced up. "What price school! How's this for a rag? Jolly old beano, I call it!" "What does he say?" asked Grizzel. "He says that school isn't much of a place, and that this is a great lark, and that he enjoys being here immensely," translated Mollie. "_Some_ psychical phenomena!" exclaimed Young Outram, prancing up in his turn. "I'm afraid we haven't got any," said Prudence politely. "And you forgot to say 'Please' if we had," said Grizzel, with a frown. "_What_ do they say?" asked Young Outram, looking puzzled. "Prudence thought you were asking for some what's-its-name-how-much," Mollie explained again. "What _does_ he mean then?" Grizzel asked. "He means that this is the loveliest magic that he ever heard of," said Mollie. "You shouldn't use such long words, Jerry, and they aren't true either, for this is _not_ thingummy phenomena, it is simply common everyday magic." "There is no such thing as common magic," said Jerry. "There is," said Mollie. "There isn't," said Jerry.