The Outdoor Girls at Ocean View; Or, The Box That Was Found in the Sand

Three girls were strolling down the street, and, as on the occasion when the three fishermen once sailed out to sea, the sun was going down. The golden rays, slanting in from over the western hills that stood back of the little town of Deepdale, struck full in the faces of the maids as they turned a corner, and so bright was the glare that one of them-a tall, willowy lass, with a wealth of fluffy, light hair, turned aside with a cry of annoyance.