Next morning at six o'clock Grace was dressing she looked out of her window and saw
the storm was still blowing
Suddenly she stopped! Wasn't there something on the distant rocks?
Calling her father, she looked again
Yes, there were certainly people clinging on to the rocks But they were half under the sea!'
'We must rescue them before they are drowned!' cried Grace
We must do something!Will you ever sleep
again, Father, if they die?
William Darling was a brave old man, but he
shook his head 'It is hopeless, 'he said
''We can do nothing How can l row a boat by
myself through these waves? If only I had another man here to help me! ''
'I can help you, Father, ' cried Grace
'I can row a boat as well as any man, can' I?
I am small but I am strong
You and I have often rowed together we can reach those unfortunate people!
Mrs Darling was with her husband and daughter at the window 'No, no!' she exclaimed
'How will it help those poor people if you are drowned?
You cannot row in this storm
Do not try! A gril like you, Grace cannot do a
man'job
Let us pray for them, husband God will help them, perhaps, but we cannot!'
Grace was determined, however she argued until at last her father agreed
Poor Mrs Darling, with a heavy heart, helped them to get the boat out
She watched and prayed as they set off
Anyone who has seen a storm st sea can imagine that journey
The boat went up and down over waves as high as hills
Sometimes it stood on one end, sometimes on the other end
It went up, up to the top of a wave and then down, into a great valley between the waves
Every little by little, pulling with all strength on the oars they came nearer the rocks
The wind and the rian were so strong that. Grace could not see the men and women clinging to the rocks
She only heard theri cries for help
She needs all her strength to hold on to the oar, which was bigger than herself