look pretty," cried the girl. "Now, men, get to work and do your best!
If you do a good job you get your money. If you don't, you get a ducking
in the pond! Here, girls, help me unload this stuff."

There were cans of paint, a mop, two brooms, tin and wooden pails, scrub
brushes, soap and a miscellaneous assortment of useful articles.

"Now, girls, let's get to work," cried Jane. "This is our busy day.
There'll be another man down here with some windows, soon. We've got to
have some hot water. Harriet, can you heat it?"

For answer Harriet hurried along the beach, picking up such dry sticks
as she could find. She soon had a fire started in the stove.

"We must stand by the fire with pails of water. I haven't much
confidence in that stovepipe," she exclaimed laughingly. "However, we
have plenty of water near, in case of need."

Tommy had gotten a broom and a dustpan and was already raising a cloud
of dust by her efforts at sweeping.

"For goodness' sake, sprinkle the floor before you sweep," begged
Margery chokingly. Hazel dipped up a pail of water from the lake and
sprinkled it through her fingers over the floor of the boat. All the
others save Harriet had fled, driven out by the choking dust. The
sweeping was now attended with more comfort. Dustpan after dustpan full
of dirt was gathered up and tossed into the lake. Tommy surveyed her
work with a frowning face.

"It lookth worthe than it did before," she declared. "Thee the greathe