flapping wildly, and the gulls swooping all about our heads.
"Oh, isn't it splendid!" cried Bess, waving her arms. "I always feel like singing and shouting when I'm out in the wind. I could almost fly! Isn't the lake perfectly grand? I never saw such great waves."
"Whoop!" I shouted, "Let's go down and wade! It'll be dandy fun. Come on. I'm going to see how far I can jump."
"Don't, Chester," called Twinny, "It's too steep," but I had already given a flying leap and landed ever so far below, in the soft, loose sand.
"Come on," cried Bess, "I'm not afraid," and the three of them came hopping and fluttering down the hill, for all the world like big grasshoppers.
I was about thirty feet from the bottom, when I suddenly had an idea. "I'm going to turn a somersault," and I bent over, with my head down the hill. "Here goes," I called, and keeled over. I did the somersault; but I didn't stop there—I kept right on! The turn was so quick that I didn't have time to straighten out, and another
