which the wind will carry us all the way across the lake. How do you
like it?"

"Oh, thave me!" piped Tommy.

"Yes. You need some one to save you about once every five minutes I'm
thinking, Tommy Thompson. Now, if Crazy Jane had thought out such a
plan, no one would have been surprised. But for Harriet Burrell to do
so--oh, my!" exclaimed Jane.

"I do not think the plan feasible," declared Miss Elting. "I am not
saying that it would not work, but I don't believe I care to trust
myself to drift across the lake in a gale. No, thank you. We will keep
to the shore. Remember, we are on the water, Harriet."

"Yes. And it isn't so long ago since we were in it," nodded Jane. "Tommy
was the last to be in it. Please pass the potatoes. This life at sea
does sharpen one's appetite. It wouldn't do for me to go to sea really.
I'd get so hungry between meals that I'd gnaw the masts off short."

"I really can't eat another mouthful!" exclaimed Tommy. "I gueth I'll go
up on deck and walk thome."

"And I guess you will stay right here and wash the dishes with me,"
commanded Margery Brown. "Do you think I am going to wash them alone,
while you promenade on deck? Not I!"

"I had forgotten about the dithheth. But I've got a plan about that. You
jutht put the dithheth in a bag and thouthe them up and down in the
lake. Then you put them on deck till they dry off. Now, ithn't that a