The Girl Scouts at Sea Crest Or, the Wig Wag Rescue   By: Lilian Garis (1873-1954)

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THE GIRL SCOUTS AT SEA CREST

OR

The Wig Wag Rescue

By LILIAN GARIS

Author of

"The Girl Scout Pioneers," "The Girl Scouts at Bellaire," etc.

ILLUSTRATED

NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE GIRL SCOUT SERIES

By LILIAN GARIS

Cloth. 12mo. Frontispiece.

THE GIRL SCOUT PIONEERS, Or, Winning the First B. C.

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT BELLAIRE Or, Maid Mary's Awakening

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT SEA CREST Or, The Wig Wag Rescue

Other volumes in preparation

CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY

CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT SEA CREST

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. SAME OLD OCEAN 1

II. THE BOTTLED WARNING 11

III. A COUPLE OF FREAKS 19

IV. MARGARET BY THE DAY 25

V. CAPTAIN DAVE 32

VI. CRABS AND DISASTER 42

VII. A DIFFICULT SITUATION 51

VIII. AT WEASEL POINT 58

IX. THE FIRE AT THE PIER 67

X. PLANNING FOR ACTION 75

XI. AT THE COLONNADE 83

XII. ON THE SANDS 91

XIII. A BLANKET OF FOG 102

XIV. ABOARD THE BLOWELL 113

XV. STRANDED 123

XVI. THE BAREFOOT GIRLS 132

XVII. A RELIC FROM THE ALAMEDA 144

XVIII. THE WIG WAG RESCUE 155

XIX. THE GLORIOUS AFTERMATH 165

XX. A REVELATION 176

XXI. ON LUNA LAND 187

XXII. A COMEDY OF THE ROCKS 196

XXIII. SCOUTS EVERY ONE 204

THE GIRL SCOUTS AT SEA CREST

CHAPTER I

SAME OLD OCEAN

THREE girls stood on the beach watching the waves the tireless, endless, continuous toss, break, splash; toss, break, splash! Always the same climbing combers smoothly traveling in from eternity, mounting their hills to the playful height of liquid summits, then rolling down in an ocean of foam, to splash on the beach into the most alluring of earth's play toys the breakers.

"And we thought the baby mountain at Bellaire beautiful why this ocean is well, it is simply bigger and grander than anything I have ever dreamed of," declared Grace. "No wonder the girls out in Chicago long to spend a summer at the sea shore."

"I couldn't even find a word to describe it," admitted Cleo. "Doesn't it look like eternity all spilled out?"

"And the roll is like the origin of noise," suggested Grace. "Now, Weasie, what do you see that looks like like the original public service telephone company, or the first gas and electric plant? Don't you think those glints of color and sparks of foam may be our first sulphur springs?"

"I never could claim a poetic imagination," admitted Louise, known to her chums as Weasie, "but I might see a family resemblance there to well to a first class Turkish bath. There! How the mighty hath fallen! From the origin of noise and eternity spilled out, down to a mundane yet highly desirable Turkish bath! And girls, mine is the only practical description, for a bath it is to be, ours for all summer! Can you imagine it?"

"And smell the salt?" prompted Cleo. "Since you insist on being practical, no use talking about the aroma of the gods, or the incense of the mermaids. Weasie, I see you are going to keep us down to earth; and I guess you are right. Essays are better in school than done orally on a beautiful beach. But really isn't it overwhelming?"