The Girl Scouts at Sea Crest Or, the Wig Wag Rescue

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