ggled looking specimens."

Harriet told the guardian of their search for the "Red Rover." Miss
Elting frowned. The message from her brother was still in her pocket.
She recalled the peculiar actions of Dee Dickinson, wondering if
perchance he had anything to do with the casting adrift of their
houseboat, Harriet had not told the guardian of having found a hot stove
on the occasion of their first visit to their summer home. That,
perhaps, might have enlightened the guardian.

Now that Miss Elting and the other girls were there to unload the
automobile, Jane and Harriet turned to go.

"We will begin to settle while you girls go to town for breakfast,"
called the guardian after them.

"You will have to wait a while until the rear end of the boat dries
out," returned Harriet. "I don't think it will take long. But, in the
meantime, there are the windows and the walls that need fixing."

The other girls and the guardian fell to work while Jane and Harriet
were at breakfast, and dainty chintz curtains were draped over each
window. There were green shades hung over the windows also, but these,
during the day, were to be rolled up out of sight.

Jane and Harriet changed their wet clothing, ate breakfast and returned
early in the forenoon. With them they brought a chart of the big lake
that they had bought of a boat owner. While in the village Jane also had
paid for the damaged rowboat and arranged for another, as it would be
necessary to have a rowboat with them at all times. A new anchor, this
time a real one, was purchased and piled into the automobile.

The girls worked all that day setting their cabin to rights. It was to
them a delightful task, and late in the afternoon the cabin of the "Red
Rover" was as homelike a place as one could wish. Covers had been made
for the folding cots, so that by day they offered attractive lounging
places. The upper deck had some rough seats, made by the carpenter who
had put up the awning. Then there were boxes for plants, in case the
girls should wish to have flowers. But it was the interior of the cabin
that was the real delight. The white walls and green trimmings gave it a
fresh, cool appearance. One could scarcely have believed this to be the
lumbering, dirty, old fishing scow of a few days since. Bert Elting
never would have recognized the craft in its new dress.

That night the Meadow-Brook Girls decided to have their first meal on
board. They also decided to clear away and se