"If something was to happen to make him go back and just let the rest of us wait in the cove for him and oh! I know that I am a very bad girl; but I think that if you were to make up a message of some sort he might go back to the yacht, and while he is away, we could go into the water, and then you will do that fine, splendid thing and--and--all will be right." "Yes," said Harriet; "yes." She looked at the sea. Each moment the waves seemed to be going down; there were no "white horses" anywhere. The whole sea as far as the distant horizon was a blue expanse. There was not much, if any, danger, and people said it was so safe to bathe in the cove, which they were approaching. "But what can we do to make Mr Durrant go back?" said Harriet. "I have thought of that too," said Jane, her colour changing. "You remember the letter you got about your father?" "The letter that reached me this morning?" "Yes, you said he was ill." "Oh, dad is often ill," said Harriet; "I mean that he is fanciful." "Well," said Jane; "let's pretend for the time at least that he is not fanciful, and that you are nervous about him, and that you want to hear, and that you think there may be a telegram waiting for you on board the `Sea-Gull.' Mr Durrant is so kind that he would think nothing of going back to find out, and I would speak to him my own self if you would let me. Do let me, please do, Harriet!" "You want your five pounds," said Harriet. "It's a jolly mean way to earn it. But still, I suppose, we are both as mean as we can be and the idea in itself may succeed. I have asked you to manage this thing for me, Janie, it is only fair, as you get such a lot of money by it, so do your best, now; I leave it in your hands." The moment Harriet said this, Jane rushed away from her. She joined Mr Durrant, and they talked together for some minutes with great apparent earnestness. Meanwhile, Ralph rushed up to Harriet. "Isn't the day lovely?" he said; "won't it be nice when we are bobbing up and down in the water? I'll show you how well I can swim, Harriet. I can swim, you know, but I can float better than I can swim." "You must be careful not to go out of your depth," said Harriet. "Of course you can swim, although you are such a little boy, and when you are tired, your father will let you ride on his back. What fun that will be! Your father is so strong, and big." "Yes, isn't he just splendid?" said Ralph. At that moment, Jane came back. "Mr Durrant has gone to the yacht," she whispered to Harriet, "but he doesn't wish any of us to bathe until he returns." Ralph, who was quite uninterested in Jane's whispered communication now ran down to the edge of the water and began to amuse himself shying pebbles into the sea. "Of course there will be no telegram," said Harriet to Jane. "Father's in all probability as well as usual, still, that was a good idea of yours, and it isn't likely to be found out."