panes and lashed the face of the rising sea. The wind boomed suddenly into the corner where the tower joined the house; a door rattled sharply. Jim sprang to close a window.
"What about the informal garden?" Elspeth demanded.
"I don't think anything will come over,—not yet, certainly," Jim replied, "but Caleb and I will put the boxes in the boat-house, if you'd rather."
"Do you mean to say that the water dashes up as far as the garden?" Joan exclaimed.
"Goodness!" Garth said. "You ought to see it in winter. Why, the seas come sloshing right up over the whole rock sometimes. Don't they, Fogger?"
"I should think so!" Jim assented. "Enough to be quite exciting at times. It gives you a tiny taste of what it would be like to live in a real lighthouse, like Eddystone or Minot's Ledge. Well, you'll have to fetch out your knitting to-day and rejoice in having a roof over your heads."
Jim went out to his boats, and came back with a wet face and glistening oilskins to report the wind rising and the seas gaining in size and force. He departed to his work, and while El-
