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Tensors for Data Processing

Theory, Methods, and Applications

FIRST EDITION

Yipeng Liu
School of Information and Communication Engineering, University of
Electronic Science and Technology of China (UESTC), Chengdu, China
Table of Contents

Cover image

Title page

Copyright

List of contributors

Preface

Chapter 1: Tensor decompositions: computations, applications, and

challenges

Abstract

1.1. Introduction

1.2. Tensor operations

1.3. Tensor decompositions

1.4. Tensor processing techniques

1.5. Challenges
 References

Chapter 2: Transform-based tensor singular value decomposition in

multidimensional image recovery

Abstract

2.1. Introduction

2.2. Recent advances of the tensor singular value

decomposition

2.3. Transform-based t-SVD

2.4. Numerical experiments

2.5. Conclusions and new guidelines

References

Chapter 3: Partensor

Abstract

Acknowledgement

3.1. Introduction

3.2. Tensor decomposition

3.3. Tensor decomposition with missing elements

3.4. Distributed memory implementations

3.5. Numerical experiments

3.6. Conclusion
 References

Chapter 4: A Riemannian approach to low-rank tensor learning

Abstract

4.1. Introduction

4.2. A brief introduction to Riemannian optimization

4.3. Riemannian Tucker manifold geometry

4.4. Algorithms for tensor learning problems

4.5. Experiments

4.6. Conclusion

References

Chapter 5: Generalized thresholding for low-rank tensor recovery:

approaches based on model and learning

Abstract

5.1. Introduction

5.2. Tensor singular value thresholding

5.3. Thresholding based low-rank tensor recovery

5.4. Generalized thresholding algorithms with learning

5.5. Numerical examples

5.6. Conclusion
 References

Chapter 6: Tensor principal component analysis

Abstract

6.1. Introduction

6.2. Notations and preliminaries

6.3. Tensor PCA for Gaussian-noisy data

6.4. Tensor PCA for sparsely corrupted data

6.5. Tensor PCA for outlier-corrupted data

6.6. Other tensor PCA methods

6.7. Future work

6.8. Summary

References

Chapter 7: Tensors for deep learning theory

Abstract

7.1. Introduction

7.2. Bounding a function's expressivity via tensorization

7.3. A case study: self-attention networks

7.4. Convolutional and recurrent networks

7.5. Conclusion
 References

Chapter 8: Tensor network algorithms for image classification

Abstract

8.1. Introduction

8.2. Background

8.3. Tensorial extensions of support vector machine

8.4. Tensorial extension of logistic regression

8.5. Conclusion

References

Chapter 9: High-performance tensor decompositions for

compressing and accelerating deep neural networks

Abstract

9.1. Introduction and motivation

9.2. Deep neural networks

9.3. Tensor networks and their decompositions

9.4. Compressing deep neural networks

9.5. Experiments and future directions

References

Chapter 10: Coupled tensor decompositions for data fusion

 Abstract

Acknowledgements

10.1. Introduction

10.2. What is data fusion?

10.3. Decompositions in data fusion

10.4. Applications of tensor-based data fusion

10.5. Fusion of EEG and fMRI: a case study

10.6. Data fusion demos

10.7. Conclusion and prospects

References

Chapter 11: Tensor methods for low-level vision

Abstract

Acknowledgements

11.1. Low-level vision and signal reconstruction

11.2. Methods using raw tensor structure

11.3. Methods using tensorization

11.4. Examples of low-level vision applications

11.5. Remarks

References
Chapter 12: Tensors for neuroimaging

Abstract

12.1. Introduction

12.2. Neuroimaging modalities

12.3. Multidimensionality of the brain

12.4. Tensor decomposition structures

12.5. Applications of tensors in neuroimaging

12.6. Future challenges

12.7. Conclusion

References

Chapter 13: Tensor representation for remote sensing images

Abstract

13.1. Introduction

13.2. Optical remote sensing: HSI and MSI fusion

13.3. Polarimetric synthetic aperture radar: feature extraction

References

Chapter 14: Structured tensor train decomposition for speeding up

kernel-based learning

Abstract
 14.1. Introduction

14.2. Notations and algebraic background

14.3. Standard tensor decompositions

14.4. Dimensionality reduction based on a train of low-order

tensors

14.5. Tensor train algorithm

14.6. Kernel-based classification of high-order tensors

14.7. Experiments

14.8. Conclusion

References

Index
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List of contributors
Kim Batselier Delft Center for Systems and Control, Delft
University of Technology, Delft, The Netherlands
Yingyue Bi School of Information and Communication
Engineering, University of Electronic Science and Technology of
China (UESTC), Chengdu, China
Jérémie Boulanger CRIStAL, Université de Lille, Villeneuve
d'Ascq, France
Rémy Boyer CRIStAL, Université de Lille, Villeneuve d'Ascq,
France
Cesar F. Caiafa
Instituto Argentino de Radioastronomía – CCT La Plata, CONICET /
CIC-PBA / UNLP, Villa Elisa, Argentina
RIKEN Center for Advanced Intelligence Project, Tokyo, Japan
Jocelyn Chanussot LJK, CNRS, Grenoble INP, Inria, Université
Grenoble, Alpes, Grenoble, France
Christos Chatzichristos KU Leuven, Department of Electrical
Engineering (ESAT), STADIUS Center for Dynamical Systems, Signal
Processing and Data Analytics, Leuven, Belgium
Cong Chen Department of Electrical and Electronic Engineering,
The University of Hong Kong, Pokfulam Road, Hong Kong
Nadav Cohen School of Computer Science, Hebrew University of
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Israel
Xudong Cui School of Mathematics, Tianjin University, Tianjin,
China
André L.F. de Almeida Department of Teleinformatics
Engineering, Federal University of Fortaleza, Fortaleza, Brazil
Aybüke Erol Circuits and Systems, Department of
Microelectronics, Delft University of Technology, Delft, The
Netherlands
Yiming Fang Department of Computer Science, Columbia
University, New York, NY, United States
Gérard Favier Laboratoire I3S, Université Côte d'Azur, CNRS,
Sophia Antipolis, France
Borbála Hunyadi Circuits and Systems, Department of
Microelectronics, Delft University of Technology, Delft, The
Netherlands
Pratik Jawanpuria Microsoft, Hyderabad, India
Tai-Xiang Jiang School of Economic Information Engineering,
Southwestern University of Finance and Economics, Chengdu,
Sichuan, China
Paris A. Karakasis School of Electrical and Computer Engineering,
Technical University of Crete, Chania, Greece
Ouafae Karmouda CRIStAL, Université de Lille, Villeneuve
d'Ascq, France
Hiroyuki Kasai Waseda University, Tokyo, Japan
Eleftherios Kofidis Dept. of Statistics and Insurance Science,
University of Piraeus, Piraeus, Greece
Christos Kolomvakis School of Electrical and Computer
Engineering, Technical University of Crete, Chania, Greece
Yoav Levine School of Computer Science, Hebrew University of
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Israel
Zechu Li Department of Computer Science, Columbia University,
New York, NY, United States
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disguise their interest, and so everybody set to and helped
to spread the feast.

A place was fixed upon under some shady trees, where

in front they had a beautiful view of the sea far beneath
them. The ground sloped away from them gradually for
about fifty yards, and then came the edge of Orston Cliff,
and beyond that an expanse of sea and sky, whose blue to-
day rivalled each other.

"You are very grave, Nellie," said Maude.

"Only it is so beautiful," answered Nellie, taking a deep

breath, and turning to the baskets once more.

"Here is Maude's bread," said George, unwrapping a

snowy cloth, and displaying a number of tempting rolls.
"And here is another package with it."

"What's this?" said Mary, feeling it with her fat little

fingers. "It feels very knobby."

"Let it alone, Mary," said Maude. "It is not to be opened

till we have said grace."

Mary put it down, and found that her mamma had

turned out a blancmange and some jelly, and was now
unrolling something else. What could it be?

"Only a ham," said Mary, disappointed, and was hissed

at by her young brothers, who did not at all disdain ham.

"That is all my contribution," said Mrs. Elliot, as she

placed the strawberries at the far end of the tablecloth.

"Not so bad," said Wilmot. "I wish I could get this

country fare in London, mother."
 "I wish you could, dear."

"Here are Hope's things," said Maude. "Now, Miss Hope,

let us see what you can do."

"How awfully jealous Maude is!" said George.

"Not at all," answered Maude; "but she was perfection

before she went, and what she must be now—"

"Well," said Hope calmly, "here are a couple of

chickens."

"You couldn't have made them," said Mary, nodding.

"No, I didn't," said Hope. "And here is a meat-pie; and

here—"

"Stop," said Maude; "did you make the meat-pie?"

"I did," answered Hope.

"Then let us 'Hope' it will be good," said George. "What

else?"

"Here are some tartlets, and some lemonade."

"Did you make that?"

"I did," answered Hope again.

"Well done!" exclaimed Wilmot. "Now let us begin."

"But here's another basket," said Nellie.

There was a general rush, but Hope pushed them away,

and told them dryly that that was for tea; whereupon there
was a rush back again, and they all settled down to enjoy
their dinner.

"Now everybody," said Maude, "here is a mysterious

package; and what will you give me for its contents?"

She took up as she spoke the neatly-folded cloth which

had aroused curiosity before, and began to undo it.

Inside appeared a number of queer-shaped looking

dainty rolls, and Maude held up the top one, saying, "Here
is my first pretty thing; whom can it be for?"

"It is an M," said little Mary. "Perhaps it is for me."

"No, it does not happen to be," said Maude, smiling;

"nor for me either; it is for mamma."

"Oh, to be sure!" said Mary.

"Here is a W."

"That is Wilmot," exclaimed Mary.

"And here an H for Hope, and an N for Nellie, and so on,

and so on," passing them all round with rapid fingers; and
then she laughingly told them, they must put some suitable
adjectives to each letter before it was eaten, applicable to
the person for whom it was made.

This set them off with fine jokes, and Wilmot was
pronounced "wise" and "witty" and "wilful" in a breath. But
they found some of the names more difficult to match;
however, it served to amuse them, and dinner was a very
cheerful affair.
 "Now what shall we do next?" asked Wilmot, when
dinner was over, stretching himself on his back under a
tree, and putting his hat over his eyes.

"It is not difficult to guess what you intend to do," said

Hope, laughing.

"I'm ready for anything," he answered; "but you would

not let me help with the plates for fear of breaking them,
and so I may as well wait in comfort."

"I shall rest here," said Mrs. Elliot, "and very likely go
over and peep at the pony at the cottage, and have a talk
with the woman who lives there all alone."

"We thought of going down to the shore; it is so lovely

there, mamma," said Hope.

"Very well; but take care of the little ones."

"Oh, yes, we'll do that! But shall you not be dull?"

"Oh dear, no. I have brought my knitting, and there is a

book in the pony carriage if I want it."

So they wished her good-bye, and left her. She watched

their retreating forms down the green slope till they were
lost in a turn of the road, and then her mind wandered over
the events of the morning, over Nellie's conversation, and
over the memories of her past life.

What had her life done for her? It had been one long
struggle with a large family, and small means—a struggle
which had been unblessed by the comforting assurance of a
Father's providing care. She had worked and thought and
wearied for her husband and children because she must;
because life, with its treadmill round of duties, had forced
her. She had not known that there was sustaining strength
to bear her on her way; nor had she the comfort of the
highest motive for doing her labour cheerfully, even
because it was meted out to her as her portion of her
Father's will.

Her burdens would have been the same perhaps; but

the heart that was now such a heavy weight, would have
been light.

Alas! She knew not the way. She shut her eyes to the
blessing that was so close to her, and went along in
darkness, dragging weary feet.

While Mrs. Elliot was thinking so sorrowfully, the young

people were hurrying gaily down to the shore, full of life and
merriment.

They soon reached the edge of the waves, and at first

were satisfied to sit down and watch the rolling breakers.
Then the girls sang, "What are the wild waves saying?"
which Nellie said "was never old, and sung by the sea was
always thrilling."

"Can't you sing us something?" asked little Mary,

looking up in her face.

"I did not know you could sing," said Hope, bluntly.

"I do at home," said Nellie. "We sing a great deal."

"Well, sing something now," said George; "I am tired of

the girls' old songs."

"Songs must get old; but relations ought never to get

tired of them," said Nellie, smiling.
 "Well, sing away, Miss Arundel," he answered.

Nellie paused. What should she sing to this assembly?

Here was an opportunity which she might not have again.
How she wished she could think that all of them knew what
it was to be safe! So she began in rather a tremulous tone—

"Late! late! so late! and dark the night,

and chill!
Late! late! so late! but we can enter
still!
Too late! too late! ye cannot enter
now!"

Before many words were sung, Nellie grew brave. She

did not know if anyone there would sympathize with her,
unless it were Wilmot, who she fancied thought differently
from them all; but at any rate her Lord and Master was with
her, and was she not trying to carry a message from Him?

There was deep silence among the little party when she
ceased. The painfully solemn words, the pathos of her
voice, the murmur of the sea, blended together to make an
impression on the thoughtless young hearts.

Wilmot drew Mary's little hand within his own, and rose
to proceed on their walk, and the rest followed in silence.

"It is not always 'too late,' Wilmot, is it?" asked she.

"No, my pet; never while life lasts."

 "Because I shouldn't like to be left out. I often think
about it, and I don't believe He will shut me out."

"Not if you have once been in, darling."

"But I'm not in heaven now, Wilmot, so how can I be

in?"

"I mean if once you love Christ, and ask Him to be your
Saviour. Then you are safe in Him."

"Well I often have; and I do love Him, Willie."

Wilmot pressed her hand.

"Did you ever hear about the ark, Mary?"

"Noah's ark?"

"Yes. Do you not remember how God told them to go

into the ark to be safe?"

"Yes; and they went in."

"Just so; they went in. Did they know whether they
were inside or not?"

"Of course they did," said Mary, smiling.

"And did they feel afraid of the water which was rising
so rapidly round them on every side?"

"No; they knew it could not touch them in the ark."

"No more can anything hurt you, darling, if You have

come to Jesus. The Bible says, 'No man shall pluck them
out of My hand.'"
 "Yes; that's as if you held something very fast, high
over my head, and someone was trying to snatch it away
from you."

"Yes; someone not as tall or strong as I."

"I see," said Mary; "and so, just the same, if I'm safe in
the arms of Jesus, I can't be shut out, because if He's there,
I must be too."

She smiled happily, and they turned round to look for

the others.

They were close behind, and were eagerly collecting

shells, which were to be found very perfect on this part of
the coast.

Mary joined in the search, while Wilmot watched them

and walked along humming a song to himself, his voice
blending with the song of the waves, and then falling below
it, and then rising above it, but always in tune.

They were in a comparatively small bay; on either

extreme to the right and left a headland jutted out into the
sea, with rocks beneath them which the winter's storms had
detached from the cliff above. Here the breakers played
their prettiest gambols. Just now they were surrounding the
rock which appeared furthest out to sea, and were dashing
up its side with fountains of white spray.

"The tide is coming in," said Hope; "but we shall have

plenty of time for the caves. Come along, Nellie; you will be
so delighted with them."

No one could leave the edge of the sea, however, till

they actually came in front of the spot they were seeking.
Then they all turned landwards, and soon had traversed the
strip of even clear sand which brought them up under the
rocks.

The Elliots had been here twice before, and had very
little difficulty in finding the opening to the caves. They all
halted then, and several produced small wax candles, which
they proceeded to light.

Little Mary was delighted, and begged to hold one; and

George gave his up to her good-humouredly, saying, "Mind
you don't singe your curls, Polly."

Wilmot led the way, and the rest followed. There was no
danger in the caves, as the sea washed in to the furthest
point of them every day, and they had nothing worse to
walk on than a bed of exquisite sand.

They wandered about, admiring the roof and laughing

at the grotesque shapes which their shadows made upon it
and the rocky sides; and then George proposed to dance a
hornpipe, and they should see how that looked. They were
very merry over this, but as the candles began to burn
rather low, they all got up to proceed homewards once
more. Suddenly a cry from the younger ones in front, who
were climbing along the ledges of the rock, startled them,
and Wilmot and Hope hurried forward, quickly followed by
the rest.

On the ground sat Alice, who was next in age to

George, holding her foot, and in the half-light looking
ghastly pale.

"What is it?" asked Hope, kneeling down by her, and

rapidly beginning to unlace her boot.

"Oh, don't!" she shrieked. "I cannot bear it. Oh, what
have I done?"
 "It is a sprain, I expect," said Hope; "but do, Alice dear,
let me get off your boot."

Alice let go her clinging fingers, and once more Hope

tried to undo the fastenings with gentle touch.

"Now I must draw it off, dear; but we will soon bathe it

with sea-water, and then it will be better."

As she spoke she tenderly, but firmly, drew off the boot.
"There," she said reassuringly, at the cry of agony which
escaped the child, "now it will be easier."

When, however, she looked up in her sister's face, she

found she had fainted.

The candles had by this time gone out, and though they
could not see either the sky or sea, they were near enough
to the mouth of the cave to distinguish all around them.

"Shall I run and get some water?" asked George.

"She could not drink that," said Hope, "of course; but
what a pity we did not bring any with us."

They laid Alice down, and Nellie examined the wounded

foot.

"How did she do it?" Hope asked.

"We none of us know exactly; but she slipped off that

ledge."

"She will be better soon," said Nellie; "but see how her
foot is swelling up! Don't you think we might pour some
sea-water over it?"

"We haven't a thing to fetch it in. I forgot," said George.

 "Here is my hat," answered Wilmot; "you could get a
good lot in that."

George and one of the others ran out for it, and in a few
minutes returned with it full.

"My!" he exclaimed. "Isn't the sea come up since we

came in here!"

"We must be quick," said Hope, calmly proceeding to

pour the contents over Alice's foot.

The cold water dashing on the painful, heated ancle,

brought Alice back to consciousness. Hope asked her if she
could rise.

She struggled to a sitting posture, looking frightened

and woebegone.

"Come, we must go; we have been a long time, and

George says the tide is rising."

Wilmot started violently, and putting his hand under his

sister's arm, raised her at once, then calling to Hope to
help, they proceeded to the outer air. When the view of the
sea burst upon them, they found by its nearness how long
they had been detained.

"Hope," exclaimed he in a whisper of intense anxiety,

"shall we be able to get round the corner of those rocks?"

Hope looked. The sea was dashing among the stones

directly at the base of the cliff, but some of them were still
visible, and stood up black and hopeful against the spray.

"Oh, Wilmot!" she exclaimed. "Call to them; we must

hasten forward. How can we reach it?"
 Wilmot called in a tone which brought the whole party
up to them in a moment.

"What is it?" said Maude, looking in their anxious faces.

He pointed with his disengaged hand, while he hurried

forward, supporting poor Alice, who was doing her best to
help herself, but could not put her foot to the ground.

"Never!" exclaimed Maude, with blanching cheeks.

The nearer they came to the projecting cliff, the quicker

the ever-advancing sea seemed to come in upon them.

"What shall we do?" said Hope, when she saw that the
black points were fast disappearing.

Wilmot and she were now so breathless that they were

forced to give up their heavy burden to George and Maude.

"Oh, hurry on," said Maude, weeping, "and see what

can be done, and whether we can pass."

Wilmot looked round. "Come, Mary; come, Miss

Arundel; we will all keep together."

He did not slacken his speed for a moment, and Mary,

who was holding Nellie's hand, caught his, and so they
hurried on.

Alas! When they reached the cliff, the water was

washing up at their feet, and far in front of them to their
left, was the point, with the breakers rolling playfully in and
out among the few stones that were still uncovered.

As the party came to a stop, and looked in each other's

terror-stricken faces, they realized the full extent of their
danger.

Behind them the cliff rose gaunt and tall; in front the
sea crept nearer and nearer, slowly but surely advancing
upon them.

Their eyes scanned the horizon, not a boat or sail within

sight, all smiling and sunny; the ocean, holding so many
secrets in its bosom, without a change on its calm face.

"Surely we can pass by wading," said Hope, gathering

her clothes together and stepping into the shallow water.

The others were following, but she and Wilmot bade

them wait one moment; for they found that the point was
still far ahead, and the water was already nearly to their
waists. It got deeper and deeper, and Hope put out her
hand to her brother as she felt her feet slipping under her.

"It is useless," said Wilmot hoarsely; "come back."

He guided her till she was within her depth again, and
then he looked towards the little party on the shore. They
had already retreated some feet from where he had parted
from them, and now stood gazing at them with hopeless
faces.

"I must swim round and get a boat; it is not very, very
far to the village there. I may be back in time, Hope."

"And if not?" she said; but she needed no answer.

"Pray," he said. "Go back and tell them all that 'Christ is
able to save to the uttermost.'"

"Oh, Wilmot, Wilmot! What will mamma say?" she

exclaimed, as he wrenched off his wet coat and threw it to
her, and, dropping his boots, waded into deeper water.

"My love to them all," he said, "and to Miss Arundel,

and tell them not to fear, but that I will do my best."

In a moment there was nothing to be seen but his dark

head. But soon they saw him clambering over the rocks at
the corner of the cliff.

"Deep water!" he shouted, and waved his hand. And as

he plunged in again on the other side, he felt as if he had
left behind him something which he held very dear.

CHAPTER VII.
WHERE?
 MRS. ELLIOT sat for some time after her little party had
left her, thinking of many things, and when she began to
feel lonely she made her way down to the cottage, which
was about half-way to the shore.

The woman was busy preparing their tea, which had

been ordered when they left the pony there in the morning,
and Mrs. Elliot therefore sat down on the bench outside the
door and opened the book she had brought.

When she looked up, after an hour or more, she felt

astonished that the young people had not returned.

She went into the old-fashioned kitchen, and found the

woman setting the cream and butter upon the table.

"They are late, Mrs. Mansbridge," said Mrs. Elliot; "but

they will soon be here, I expect. What a pleasant room this
is."

"Yes, ma'am; but since my man left me, it has not

seemed the same."

"I can well believe that," answered Mrs. Elliot. "Is it long
since you lost him?"

"Six months," answered the woman; "and he left me

with a day-old baby."

"Oh, how very sad for you."

"One thing that comforts me is, he kissed it before he

went. He held it in his arms; he had so longed for it; and
then he said, as he gave it back to me, 'I don't know if I
shall ever see thee again, my love; but tell the little man
that his father loved him and blessed him.'"
 "How was it?" asked Mrs. Elliot, thinking of the long
weary illness of her own husband.

"He never came back alive, ma'am. A storm came on,

and one of the spars of his boat broke, and in half-an-hour,
he was—'at home,' ma'am."

"At home?" asked Mrs. Elliot. "Ah, yes, I know what you
mean."

"And though this is not like home without him," said the
woman, "yet I can wait; my Father has made me willing,
ma'am."

Just then a sailor boy was seen hurrying up the hill. He

beckoned to Mrs. Mansbridge through the lattice window,
and she went out.

When she re-entered her face was very pale, and she
came up gently to Mrs. Elliot.

"There has been an accident, ma'am," she said softly;

"but a boat has been gone some time with the young
gentleman."

"What has happened?" said Mrs. Elliot, starting towards

the door.

"They were overtaken by the tide at the Caves. But take

courage, dear lady; there's One above who rules all things."

"Is there any hope? Tell me truly," she breathed.

The woman took her hand. "There is some hope; but

the tide flows in very quickly in that little bay, and rises very
high too. Still—he has been gone some time, with a boat
and two sailors."
 Mrs. Elliot mechanically walked out of the cottage, and
turned towards the shore. Mrs. Mansbridge looked after her
with pitying eyes; and while she put on a large fire, and set
blankets to warm, she murmured half aloud:

"O Lord, it's easy to trust Thee in fair weather; but

when the storm comes—And yet it is in the storm that Thou
art most near; and Thou canst say, 'Peace, be still.'"

* * * * * *

When Wilmot once more stood on the clear sand at the

other side of the projecting cliff, so near to them all and yet
divided by such a gulf, he rushed at the utmost speed to
which he could force his limbs, towards the few fishermen's
cottages which he could descry about a mile along the
shore.

Drawn up above high water mark were two or three

boats, and when he could make these out he took courage.

How weary the time seemed. He almost felt as if he

were going backwards instead of forwards. At last the boats
were reached; but no men were to be seen.

He shouted with all his voice, and ran up towards the

cottages. Two sailors, who were smoking at their garden-
gates, answered to his call, and came running down to him.

"A boat—quick—" was all he could gasp; and

understanding in their precarious trade that there was
danger, they quickly unfastened one, and pushed her down
into the water.

Wilmot jumped in after them, and they set off. Now

while the oars splashed evenly and strongly, he had plenty
of time to think, and plenty of time to explain. But of
explanation, he only said half-a-dozen words, and sat back
at first exhausted.

His soaking, shoeless, and coatless condition, and the

signs of extreme exertion which his manner indicated,
showed the men, without much telling, that he considered
there was urgent need of speed. Besides they knew of the
treacherous tide.

"I say, master," said the man, handing him over a rough
coat, "you put that on, or you'll have an illness, as sure as
sure."

Wilmot roused himself, and asked if they had another

pair of oars; and on being told there was, he pulled them
out, and set himself to help forward the little craft; so
nearer and nearer came the jutting cliff, and lower and
lower sank the sun.

The men strained every nerve to push on; and Wilmot,

while he aided them, could not help glancing over his
shoulder every now and then to see how near they were
getting.

At last they reached the cliff, and were under the

projecting rocks, and were actually turning the corner.
There lay the little bay before them, with the setting sun
lighting up every crevice of the steep rocks, and sparkling
on the water as it rolled inwards.

But as the boat came well round the point, and Wilmot
could scan the length of the cliffs, there was no row of faces
to welcome him; nothing on which his eye could rest but a
piece of floating muslin; for the waves washed up deep and
sullen against the rocks.
 CHAPTER VIII.
FLOATING OUT TO SEA.

AS Hope watched her brother plunge into the sea on the

other side of the rocks, she felt forsaken indeed.

She turned landwards, and dragged her heavy soaking

clothes after her through the surf, till she stood once more
beside the frightened group.

"Wilmot sent you all a message," she said sadly; "and

before we get more anxious I will give it to you. I wish we
all understood more about it."

"Take of some of your wet things, dear Hope," said

Nellie, who had been already wringing her dress. "Can we
not each contribute some dry garment; we should not miss
it, and it is dreadful for you to wait two or three hours in
this state."

"I am not the least cold," said Hope; "and I will walk
about. No, dear, I can't change, it would be such a fuss; and
I am so anxious."
 Nellie did not press her further, and Hope drew them
back against the cliffs.

"This is Wilmot's message: He told us to pray; and he

said, 'Tell them Christ is able to save to the uttermost.'"

The young faces all turned towards her, and Hope felt
bitterly that she knew not how to comfort them.

"Shall we pray?" she asked.

They knelt down on the sand, and Hope buried her face
in her hands; but there was silence, interrupted only by
Maude's and the little ones' sobs.

At last a gentle voice broke the stillness.

"Heavenly Father, Thou who rulest the raging of the sea,

who stillest the waves when they arise, look down upon us
now, and send peace into our troubled hearts. May we be
delivered, if it is Thy holy will; and if not, if these waves are
to come nigh to us, and end our earthly life, oh! For Jesus
Christ's sake, may each one of us here be willing from our
hearts to accept Thy salvation; and may the waves but
introduce us into Thy eternal glory. We ask Thee, in the
name of Jesus our Lord, to hear us, and bless us, and be
very near to us. Amen."

When they rose from their knees, Mary slipped her little
hand into Nellie's, and Hope gave her a warm kiss. "Thank
you, dear," she whispered.

"Now," said Nellie cheerfully, "we must all take courage.

Mr. Elliot cannot be here for a long time, and perhaps the
water will reach us before he comes. But let us remember
that nothing can hurt us without our Father's permission,
and that even if we are surrounded by water, He can yet
deliver us. But, all of you, it is a solemn time, and unless
you know Jesus is your Saviour, I should advise you all to
seek Him;

"'He can save to the uttermost them that come

unto God by Him.'"

The little party were very silent. The solemnity of a

possible grave, so near, so dreadful, was enough to awe
them, and beyond a passing question or conjecture hardly a
word was spoken.

The water flowed in rapidly; the ground was very level,

and though the sea had seemed at first an immense
distance off, they were astonished to find that it crept
nearer and nearer in such a way as to leave but little hope
that Wilmot could get back to them in time.

In vain their eyes looked upwards to see if there were

any ledges on which they might climb. The few there were,
were far above their reach. One small place, however, was
discovered, and on this they stood little Mary.

"She is mamma's only comfort," said Maude; and then

she burst into tears, and hid her face against Mary's dress.

A steamer now came in sight round the point, but very

far away. They waved their handkerchiefs wildly, feeling it
was of no use, and strained their eyes for any response.

None seemed to come; for the steamer passed

gradually before them till the other point hid her from view,
and then Maude suddenly exclaimed, with a shriek, which
shook the nerves of the whole party:
 "The water has reached us! Oh, what shall we do? What
shall we do?"

"We must pray," said Nellie, looking up towards the blue

sky, "each one for ourselves."

It was an awful moment, that first wetting of their feet;

worse than even when the water was up to their knees.

How intently they gazed at the corner of the rocks

round which Wilmot must come!

"Halloa!" called a voice from the other side of them, and

there, to their right, was a young man seated in a canoe.

"I say!" he called. "Are you in danger, or only doing it

for fun?"

His eyes scanned the cliffs; not an opening of any sort;

he looked in their faces, and knew it was no fun, even
before they had time to answer:

"Oh, can you save us, or do anything for us?"

"If I come near," he answered steadily, "you will not all

rush in and swamp the canoe?"

"No," shouted Hope, "not one of us will move."

"No, we promise," answered all.

"There is no time to be lost," said the young fellow; "but

I can only take one of you at once, except the little ones.
Which is it to be? Be quick, and come out beyond this first
wave."

Fortunately it was tolerably calm, and in this little bay

there was only a swell that day.
 Hope and Nellie looked at each other, and then at Mary.

"The youngest first," said Nellie.

They sprang forward, and lifted her down, and waded in

with her to the canoe, taking also the next little boy with
them.

The young man directed them to place the children as

near to him as possible—in front of him and behind him—
and telling them to hold on tight, in a moment he was
paddling off as fast as he dared.

Hope and Nellie retreated to the cliff, and told Alice to

be ready; for it was tacitly understood that the next in age
was to go first.

"Why did he turn that way?" said George. "It is nearer

to the village to the left."

They could not tell; and the minutes seemed hours till
the canoe could come round to them again.

When he was seen returning, a shout of joy broke from

them, for they had not expected him so soon.

"There is a large rock just round there," he said, as he

came near, and they placed poor Alice beside him.

He was off again in a moment, and still the water kept

on steadily rising. It was now to their middles.

"He cannot rescue us all," said George bravely; "you

girls must go first."

"We will keep to ages, George," said Nellie firmly, "at

least as far as I am concerned, till it comes to my turn, and
then I should like Hope to go first. Let us have no confusion
or dispute."

"Why should I go first?" asked Hope, looking imploringly

at her.

"Because I am sure of going 'there,'" said Nellie; "and

oh, Hope, I don't mind!"

As they stood now by the rocks, the swell rippled

against them, and almost took them off their feet. They
held each others' hands; but it began to be apparent that all
could not be saved.

"Now, George," said Hope, when the canoe was seen

returning; "Nellie is quite right; you go at once."

"I say!" called the young man, "I'm afraid I dare not
take you tall ones on my boat! I had great work with the
last when we got into the waves at the corner, and an upset
would be very serious. But if you could take hold of the
sternpost, it would keep you up perfectly, and it is not far."

He looked anxiously in their faces, fearing this would be

considered sad news.

"I can swim a little," said George; "I think I might hold
on to your rope, and then Maude could hold on to the stern.
You would be back quicker for the others by taking two."

"All right," answered he, throwing his painter to him,

and coming close to Maude, showed her where to hold;
"just let yourself float easily," he added, "but hold firmly;
don't be frightened."

"Keep up a brave heart," he said to the two who were

left behind; "I will come as soon as ever I can."
 "We are sure of that," said Nellie gratefully; "thank you
if we never—"

"I say!" he shouted back, "can you two float?"

"Yes," shouted Hope in return.

"Then float, and don't lose your presence of mind; you

will be saved, I hope!"

"I am off my feet," said Nellie hurriedly, holding tighter

to Hope's arm.

"Have you courage to try to float?" said Hope; "for I too

shall be out of my depth soon."

"Good-bye, then, dear Hope," said Nellie, giving her a

kiss. "Look to Jesus; He knows and cares."

She spread her arms and fell backwards, committing

herself not only to the deep, but to His care who she knew
was "a very present help in time of trouble."

At first her agony was lest her courage should not hold
out. Just floating for a few moments with a sandy shore two
or three feet beneath was a very different feeling from
floating on the wide ocean, drifting, it might be, out to sea.

But Nellie's habit of trust came to her aid, and she

opened her eyes and looked once more calmly and trustfully
up to her God.

How long she floated, she never knew.

Presently a sound of oars fell on her ears, she felt sure,

above the noise of the rushing sea; and, still looking up,
she felt a shadow come between her and the sunlight; her
eyes were met by those of Wilmot Elliot; she was grasped
by a strong grip, and lifted out of the water, and placed in
the boat by the side of a dripping, shivering Hope.

CHAPTER IX.
ADA'S FRIEND.

WHILE Nellie was spending a happy time at Fairleigh,

two girls sat side by side, bending over their respective
desks in London. They were intent on their lessons, and it
was only when the teacher had shut her book that either of
them raised her head.

"Ada," whispered the elder of the two, "we had such a

jolly time last night."
 "Did you?" answered Ada, leaning towards her, and
looking interested.

"Yes; I wish you had been there. I say, Ada, I shall

come and see your mamma; shall I?"

"If you like," answered Ada, just a little doubtfully.

"Why, you are a goose, Ada. Of course I shall like, and

she will like me, too, I daresay; and I'll persuade her to let
you come and see me."

Ada's eyes sparkled.

"No talking," interposed the teacher, and Clara May and

Ada hastily opened their exercise-books, and proceeded
industriously.

When school was over for that day, Clara followed Ada
to the dressing-room, and announced her intention of
coming home with her that afternoon.

Ada would have hesitated had she dared, as she would

have preferred to ask her mamma's permission; but Clara
had already laughed at her in a good-humoured way once
or twice about "asking mamma;" and as this could not be
anything the least underhand, she let it take its course,
though secretly somewhat anxious as to what mamma
would think of her friend.

So when they left the school door, they turned Ada's

way, and soon arrived at No. 8.

"Here is my friend Clara May, mamma," said Ada,

entering the drawing room, where her mamma was at work.
 Clara May came forward and shook hands readily. She
was quite used to good society, and had but little
bashfulness. Nevertheless when she looked into Mrs.
Arundel's face, a new feeling came over her, and instead of
at once laughingly putting her request, she began to talk of
the hot weather, and of how glad she was Ada and she were
in the same class.

Mrs. Arundel chatted pleasantly to her, and Clara felt it

more and more difficult to say what she wanted. At last she
rather hurriedly began—

"Oh, Mrs. Arundel! Would you let Ada come to see us?
Mamma said she should be so pleased to know her."

Ada looked anxiously at her mother, and Mrs. Arundel

answered—

"If your mamma likes, dear, Ada may come to call on

you at home."

"Oh, thank you," said Clara; "then you may, Ada, and I
shall take you home to-morrow after school."

Clara soon after took her leave, and Ada and Mrs.
Arundel were left alone.

"You have mentioned Clara May often, Ada, but I did

not picture her quite what she is."

"How, mamma?"

"I hope she will be a good friend for you, my child."

"Why, yes, mamma, I hope so. She is a very nice girl,

and all the others pay her a good deal of attention, and
quite envy me her friendship."
 "Well, dear, I only want you to be on your guard; she
seems pleasant enough."

Mrs. Arundel spoke somewhat grudgingly, and Ada

thought her unnecessarily cautious.

The proposed call the next day, however, came to

nothing, for Ada was detained at home with a bad cold; but
the following week, she received an invitation to spend the
evening at her friend's home in Eaton Square.

"May I go, mamma?" asked Ada, while her mother was

reading the note.

"What does 'spend the evening' mean?" asked Mrs.

Arundel.

"I hardly know, but I should think they would be alone;

but I can ask Clara."

When she did ask Clara, she said, "It was just a few
friends, nothing much, and you must come early, so that we
can have a talk first."

Ada's head was now full of what she should wear. She
did not like to ask Clara, and before the eventful day, was
quite worried with the subject. At last it was decided that
she should put on her best Sunday dress. Her mamma
would have advised her white muslin, but Ada thought it
would be ridiculous if there were only one or two young
ladies, and Mrs. Arundel did not press the matter.

"You must have gloves, Ada," said her mother.

"How horrid!" exclaimed Ada. "I do declare I shall feel

so stuck-up."
 Arthur, who was doing his lessons at the table, looked
up and laughed.

Ada coloured with annoyance.

"How I should like to peep in on you, and see you

sitting as fine as possible, clasping your elegant gloves."

"Hush, dear," said his mother. "Do not tease; your turn
will come for this sort of thing some day."

"Not I," answered Arthur, who, boy-like, supposed that

he would never have to conform to the conventionalities of
life.

The day came at last, and Ada went to school as usual;

but her mind was filled with thoughts of her coming treat.
She met Clara just as she was entering the class-room, and
looked into her face with questioning eyes. But Clara
seemed exactly as usual, and was pre-occupied with her
lessons. She hardly gave Ada a nod, but hurried off to her
desk, and Ada followed with a sense of disappointment.

The day's work was unusually heavy, and the two girls
had hardly time to exchange a word. Clara did just say, at
luncheon time, "You won't forget to-night, Ada?"

"Oh no," answered Ada, wondering that Clara should

think it likely.

When Dr. Arundel came home from his afternoon

rounds, before the carriage went to the stables, Ada was to
be conveyed to Eaton Square.

She came out into the hall at the sound of her father's
latch-key, and he kissed her fondly.
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