d with interest. A motor boat cabin
fitted up with such a "kitchenette" was indeed a novelty.

"You see," explained Cora, "we have two ways of getting power. We can
take it from the storage battery, or from the little dynamo attached
to the motor."

"Lovely!" exclaimed Lottie, to whom a "current" meant little, but who
wanted to seem interested.

"That is to provide for the various kinds of cooking," Jack said,
jokingly. "Now eggs are weak, they cook by storage; but a Welsh rabbit
is done by the dynamo."

"It means something else," Captain Cora remarked, "namely, if we have
company for supper, and the storage current gives out, we will not
have to make it a progressive meal, extending into the next day. The
course can be continued from the extra current."

"For the love of Malachi!" exclaimed Walter. "What's this?"

"Our boiler," said Bess, who knew something about the boat's fitting
up. "We have that for dishwater."

"Dishwater!" repeated Ed. "You've got this down to domestic science
all right. That rubber hose runs off the hot water from the cylinder
jacket, and----"

"Oh, never!" cried Jack. "They will be making tea with it."

"Isn't it salty?" innocently asked Marita.

"Likely," said Belle, for the girls had all taken an interest in the
housework-made-easy-plan, and had arranged to use the boiling water as
it came from the motor after cooling the cylinder. "But it won't hurt
dishes."

"Now I call that neat," commented Ed, "and to think that mere girls
should have thought of it."

Freda gave Cora a meaning glance. "Girls ought to think of the
housework," she laughed with a wink at Belle. "Just look at the linen
chest."

She opened a small box and exhibited a goodly supply of suitable
linen. No table cloths; just small pieces, doilies and plenty of neat,
pretty towels.

"Let's board here," suggested Walter. "Our food was really rude this
morning."

"Do we go out for a sail?" asked Ed, attempting to turn on the
gasoline.

"Oh, no indeed!" Cora answered quickly. "Not a box is unpacked in our
place yet, and perhaps, if you boys are all to rights, you wouldn't
mind giving us a hand."

"Oh, of course we're all to rights," replied Jack. "I had a bolt of
mosquito netting for my blanket last night and Wallie's bathrobe for
my pillow."

"And I made friends with a pretty, little, soft ground mole, Jack,"
put in Ed, "and if the rest of our boxes do not arrive and unpack
themselves in time for your slumb