flowers and these had been placed in a pitcher and stood in the centre
of the table. Of course the chairs were camp stools. In this instance
they were provided with backs, which made them quite comfortable. Soon
beefsteak was broiling over the fire, potatoes were frying in the pan
and the tantalizing fragrance of coffee filled the air.

"Bring the drinking water, Tommy. And look out that you don't fall with
it. We can't afford to buy dishes every day. Will you be careful?"

"Yeth; I'll be careful."

"Hurry back. Supper will be on the table by the time you get below
again."

Tommy, pitcher in hand, ran up the ladder to the deck above, Harriet and
Miss Elting, in the meantime, putting the food on the table.

"Tom-m-m-y-y-y!" called Jane after some minutes had elapsed. "The little
girl has gone to sleep up there, I'll wager."

A scream, followed by a loud splash, startled the passengers on board
the "Red Rover." They rushed for the door.

"Tommy's fallen overboard!" yelled Harriet.

Beaching the lower deck they saw one little white hand holding aloft a
pitcher, and lower down, scarcely discernible, a bit of tow hair and a
freckled nose.

"Thave me!" wailed Tommy.