Mrs. Rogers' bed-room door was open, and upon looking in
the children saw that Ollie's papa and mamma had gone to the beach. As
there was no one of whom they could ask permission, each little girl
wrapped herself warmly in a woollen shawl, and drawing the bolt of the
kitchen door they stepped out into the night.
It was two o'clock, and during the six hours which had passed since they
went to bed the wind had abated in force somewhat. The sky was full of
black, angry-looking clouds, but the moon was struggling to make
herself seen. On the whole, it was not a dark night, and the children
found no difficulty whatever in seeing the well-worn path which led
through their field to the beach. If they had been doubtful of the way
they would have been guided by the bonfires, and by an occasional rocket
which shot up into the air; but as it was they knew the road well, and
excepting when the moon was hidden for a moment behind a cloud, all was
bright around them.
They soon reached the beach, and were there just in time to see the men
from the station bring down the life-boat. It was a hard pull through
the sand, but the feat was soon accomplished, and the boat was left near
the water's edge, to be ready in case the line from the mortar should
fail to reach the wreck.
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