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 it's a good thing we did bring that rug that Fogger laughed at so."

"Fortunately, it's a very warm night," Joan said thankfully; "and we've our sweaters, too. Don't you think your father will come for us?" she asked, feeding the new flames.

"Of course he won't," Garth replied cheerfully. "He's not allowed to leave the Light. He'd never let Mudder row out alone, I'm sure. Oh, he'll know perfickly well we just decided to stay, or something."

"I'm sure I hope so. I suppose if he thought we'd capsized in that squall, he'd have come to find out."

"Goodness, yes! That was ages ago," Garth said. "Joan, I'm not going to bed for hours and hours."

"It's past your bedtime now," Joan reminded him. "I'll tell you what we'll do. You can curl up in the steamer-rug, and we'll talk for a while. Then I'll stand the first night-watch. Just take off your shoes and you'll be all ready to go to sleep."

"What fun!" Garth said. "Sleeping in our clothes, just like shipwrecked seamen. Please untie this for me, Joan."