"You don't? Good. Then come along down to the Cove, and I'll teach you a
new stroke."
And then, as though to contradict every opinion she or any one else
might have formed of him, he was as painstaking and encouraging over the
swimming lesson which ensued as though his whole reputation depended on
her proficiency.
A day or two later, when Ann, accompanied by Tony and Robin, descended to
Berrier Cove for her morning dip, it was to find the beach, at that time
usually dotted about with bathers in vari-coloured bathing suits and
_peignoirs_, deserted by all save the hardiest and most determined.
The weather had changed with all the abruptness with which the English
climate seems able to accomplish such transitions. A strong gale of wind
was blowing, and the placid blue sea which, even at high tide, had been
lapping the shore very tranquilly throughout the last fortnight, was
converted into a rolling, grey-green stretch of water, breaking at its rim
into towering waves.
"It looks a bit too rough for you, Ann," observed Robin, surveying the
scene doubtfully, "I don't think even your new-found prowess at swimming
will be of much use to you to-day."
"It would be all right once you're through the breakers," suggested Tony.
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