"I should say not," agreed Jack.
On the beach the waves pounded with sullen fury, making a roar that
drowned the voices of the motor girls. Cora and her chums clung to
one another as they leaned their bodies against the blast, and peered
through the mist.
"Isn't it awful," said Cora, with a shudder.
"Yes--for--for those who have to be out in it," spoke Bess, and,
though she mentioned no names, they all knew what she meant.
CHAPTER XIV
NEWS OF SHIPWRECK
Cora, with an impatient, nervous gesture, laid aside the piece of
lace upon which she was engaged. The long, breathing sigh which
followed her rising from the chair, was audible across the room.
"What's the matter?" asked Bess, who, seated near a window, where the
light was best, was industriously engaged in mending a hole in one of
her silk stockings. She held it off at arm's length, on her
spread-out hand, as if to judge whether the repair would show when
the article was worn.
"I just can't do another stitch!" Cora said. "It makes me so--nervous."
"It's beautiful lace--a lovely pattern," spoke Belle, as she picked
it up from the table. "I don't see how Inez carries them all in her
head," for Cora was working out a model set for her by the Spanish
girl.
"Nor I," said did Bess, "It's perfectly wonderful."
She glanced at Cora, who had gone to stand by another window to watch
for signs of clearing weather, that, of late, had come with more
certain promise.
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