being on the lovely water."

"Yes'm, dey shuah has been lots ob dust!" exclaimed Sam. "We need rain
mighty bad, an' I've had de garden hose goin' ebery night, too."

"I'll soon sweep off dish yeah porch," said Dinah. "Sam, yo' git me a
broom."

"Oh, don't bother now, Dinah," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Make a cup of tea,
first. The dust doesn't matter, and we'll not be here long."

"Won't we?" exclaimed Nan. "Oh, where are we going next?"

"We'll talk about it as soon as your father comes home," said Mrs.
Bobbsey, for her husband had stopped on the way from the houseboat
dock, where the family had lately landed, to go to his lumber office
for a little while.

"Let Snoop out!" begged little Flossie. "Snoop's tired of being shut
up in that box." In order to carry him from the boat to the house
Snoop had been put in a small traveling crate.

"I'll let him out as soon as I get a screwdriver," promised Bert. "My,
but it's hot here!"

"Indeed it is," agreed his mother, who was fanning herself with her
pocket handkerchief as she sat in a rocking-chair. "It isn't much like
our nice houseboat, is it?"

"No, indeed," agreed Nan. "I wish we hadn't come home."