the small hill at the side of Camp
Couldn't. Two of the Cattle did the rolling, and as Dainty made one
full turn a can of milk squirmed out of his pocket.

"Robber! Thief! Traitor!" screamed the rollers, and then poor Dainty
was lugged back to the camp.

Making the charge against him, and making an example of him would be
too sad a tale for words; sufficient to say that the meeting adjourned
at the request of a peace commission.

When the last visitor had been "shooed" away and the Couldn'ts had
carefully prepared for the lunch to be taken on the _Chelton_
(although Ed claimed that Walter had appropriated his most becoming
tie, and that the shade of tan rather marred Wallie's own "tannery"
effect), the boys finally put the camp flap down good and tight, and
were off to the bay.

CHAPTER X

TOO MUCH JOY

Far out in the pretty bay the _Chelton_ was anchored. It was arranged
that the luncheon should be given too far from land to get anything in
supplies that might have been forgotten. In fact, it was to be a test
meal, such as might be a necessity in case of "shipwreck" or accident.

It was such a day as sometimes makes early Summer copy Spring, when
the mists of morning mingle with the sun's rays, and send up shafts of
haze to pillar the sky from land or water.

There had been great preparations for this salt water lunch. The
girls, enthusiastic over the possibilities, had vied with one another
in arranging the affair.

Dray ran his boat, the _Dixie_, alongside, and together the fleet of
two comprised what the boys termed a "White House Lunch." The cooking
was all done on the _Chelton_ and the eatables were handed over the
brass rail to Lottie and Marita, who served as waitresses on the
_Dixie_. First there were lettuce sandwiches, rolled. Any girl who can
successfully roll bread and lettuce is termed proficient by the
cooking teachers, and it was a tie between Belle and Cora as to who
did the most and best of the rolling.

With the lettuce came the greatest treat to the boys--homemade crab
salad--home caught crabs and handmade dressing thereon.

"I caught the biggest crab," declared Lottie, handing the wooden plate
to Belle. "Isn't that fine!"

"Finest!" she repeated, enthusiastically. "But say! Why don't the boys
catch crabs?"

The boys did not waste time asking questions. Lettuce sandwiches! Crab
salad! They would be serving frappe next!

"Eat plenty of salad," Cora ordered. "We spent all ye