ss fastened on to the houseboat and move
up here to live. I am beginning to believe that this is a small island
that is used for duck shooting. We have run across two hunting lodges.
The duck shooting begins the first week in November."

"November!" cried Miss Jenny Ann in horror. "Why, children, we will
starve to death unless we are rescued before that time."

Madge and Eleanor laughed.

"Miss Jenny Ann does not know the woods at this time of the year, does
she?" protested Eleanor. "We can play at being squirrels and live on
nuts as soon as a frost comes."

"'There are as many fish in the sea as ever were caught'," quoted
Lillian gayly.

"And crabs," added Phil. "And rabbits and birds and goodness knows
what-all in the woods. Why, it is a perfectly wonderful adventure!
Suppose we are alone on this island? I'll wager you no American girls
ever had an experience like this before."

It was a weary trip back to the houseboat, but there were so many plans
to be made for this pioneer existence. The girls decided that they
intended to play at being their own great-great grandmothers. They were
settlers who had just landed on the shores of a new country. They must
prove that they had the old fighting blood of their ancestors.

At the edge of the wood Madge gallantly seized hold of a good-sized
log, dragging it toward the shore in the direction of the houseboat.

"What ho, my hearty?" questioned Phil, coming to her assistance. "What
do you intend to do with this tree?"

"Kindly refer to your 'Robinson Crusoe' and your 'Swiss Family
Robinson' and you will know. We must make a kind of raft, so that we
can go back and forth to the houseboat without getting wet every time
we go aboard."

Miss Jones, Lillian and Eleanor managed to haul another log of nearly
equal size. On the shore the girls lashed the two logs together with
short ends of their precious clothes line.

Madge took off her shoes and stockings, pinned up her skirts, and,
getting down on her knees, with a stick for a paddle, started forth on
her raft. She claimed the honor of the first trip, since the idea had
first been hers.

The raft reached the "Merry Maid" in safety. She rose to wave her hands
in triumph, but she rested too much of her weight at one end of the
logs. The raft tipped gently and she plunged head first into the sea.

"Splendid way to keep from getting wet, Madge!" sang out Phil.

However, after a time, the raft did help. There were a ha