"But, my dear, what would be the good of an ice box without ice?"

"That's so. I hadn't thought of that. Where would we get our ice?"

"That ith eathy," piped Tommy. "Get your ithe out of the lake, of
courthe. I never did thee thuch thtupid people. Did you thuppothe they
got ithe on land? That it grew in the fieldth?"

"No, darlin'. We didn't suppose anything of the sort. But knowing so
much, please tell us how we are to get ice from the lake in the good old
summer time? Answer me that question, will you now?"

"That ith tho," reflected Tommy. "Really, I hadn't thought of it that
way. I gueth I wath too previouth."

"Grace!" rebuked Miss Elting, "I am amazed at your using such
expressions. You really must be more careful of your language."

"Yeth; I will."

"Until the next time," muttered Harriet, an amused smile hovering about
the corners of her mouth. Harriet was busily engaged in getting supper.
"Bring me a pail of water, please," she called. "We must put the water
on to heat so that we can wash dishes directly after supper. Dishes
mustn't go unwashed on board the 'Red Rover,' no matter whatever else
may be neglected."

Jane was setting the table. The dishes that they had purchased were not
expensive. Rather were they strong and serviceable, but even at this,
the table looked very pretty. Miss Elting had gathered a bunch of wild