Tommy hastened inside the cabin and proceeded to change her wet clothing
for dry garments. The other girls sat down to their supper, without
waiting for her.

None of them, ever had eaten a meal under quite such novel conditions.
Through the open door at one end they could see the lake, touched with
the gorgeous red and gold of the setting sun. A pleasant breeze was
drifting through the cabin from door and window, while the slight motion
of the boat rather added to than took from the keen enjoyment of the
hour.

"I have been wondering what we shall do in case the water gets really
rough?" said Jane.

"We shall have to put something on the table to keep the dishes from
sliding off," replied Harriet.

"That would be like an ocean steamer. On the tables there they have
racks, strips running the full length of the table--usually brass--and
others standing on edge at right angles to them. This leaves squares
about the size of a plate and the strips keep the dishes from sliding
off the table. They are called racks by the passengers. Among sailors
they are known as 'fiddles,'" explained the guardian.

"Yeth, but the thoup will thpill over jutht the thame," observed Tommy
from the cabin.

"Your soup will not, for I'm going to eat it," jeered Margery.

Tommy hurried forth, fastening her collar as she walked. She was taking