Camping Holiday

Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 94, 14 January 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

Camping Holiday

A Serial To Read, Then Write

J-JERE is a new and exciting weekly competition, members all! The following chapters of this new serial story are not yet written. If you can pick up the threads of the tale where it is left off, and weave the next incident, then yours may be chapter two. Each week members will be asked to write the next chapter, and each week the one published will be awarded a star point. Start reading now, then it is your turn to write. Let s see how exciting we can make this new holiday game.

IVTARGARET lifted her ground sheet and spread it in lhe sun. The tent■L’l flap was tied back so that the sunlight streamed on to the pine-needle floor, and picked out the colours in the gay array of bathing suits, jazzcoloured beach clothes and cardigans hung from the centre pole. A mirror hung crazilv from a pine branch near the tent, and as Margaret brushed her short black’ hair she laughed at the reflection of her freckled face and the top of her neat black bathing suit, as it dipped and swayed each time the branch stirred in the fresh morning breeze. Still laughing, she delved into a packing-ease-eum-seat and pulled out a bright red cap. She pulled it on as she ran across the camp site by the tall pines, casting their long thin shadows in sets across, the ground to the beach.

Crinkly shells, newly washed clean by the high tide, cut into het feet, and she took little leaps from each bare patch of yellow sand to the next. She' dropped her towel upon the beach and weighted it with a large stone. Then with an exclamation of annoyance, she realized she had forgotten to leave her new watch, a present for her fifteenth birthday that month, at the camp. I'nelasping the slim gold bracelet, she glanced quickly up and down lhe beach. It was deserted, so she tucked away the watch in a corner ot hei towel and folded it over.

Bahv waves slid up the beach and chuckled in scallops of foam, they swished‘round Margaret’s legs she she ran into the water, mid gurgled as she plunged full length. The sea was exhilaratingly cold, mid clear enough to see the shell- below. Margaret splashed and swam tinder water by the shell.and floated for a while, gazing up at the sky. Then she struck out vigorously and swam along lhe beach mid back before she ran out. pulling lie', dripping cap off her head. Then she looked about in dismay. Her towel linil disappeared! 117 ml will happen nc.it f Write your entry and send it in before ncs:t Wednesday niyht.