"Come in doors," interrupted Cora. "We have had rather a strenuous
afternoon, and I am almost tired. How did you get up from the
train? Or did you come by boat?" she asked the new arrivals.

"A fellow rowed us up--"

"Yes and charged us fifty cents each," interrupted Hazel. "Wasn't
that outrageous!"

"Some one like Jim Peters, I'll bet," said Ed. "But as Cora
advised, let's go in doors. We really haven't dined!"

"Oh! you poor boys," cried Belle. "We almost forgot that you were
stranded. Let me help Nettie fix up something."

"Yes, do. Fix up a lot of something," urged Jack. "That's the way
I feel about it. But do we dine in these?"

By this time Hazel and Paul saw the queer attire of the three young
men. Then a part of the situation was explained. The bungalow was
one of those roomy affairs, built with a clear idea of affording
every summer comfort. Cora was to be the hostess, and with her was
the trusted maid, Nettie. There the girls were to visit as they
chose, while the boys had taken a camp for themselves near the
fishing grounds of the big lake.

"Now, make that coffee strong, girls," called Jack as the odor of
the beverage came from the kitchen. "We are almost, if not quite,
frozen."