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 have to whittle some skewers. Twinny was going to; but when we found there was going to be a boy along, we thought we would give him the job."

We gathered the wood and then, while Aunt Fannie and Mrs. Walker were getting things in shape, we sat down on the sand-covered boat and I whittled skewers.

"I never in my life saw anything so beautiful as that lake," said Bess, leaning back in the soft sand. "Isn't it the bluest blue and the whitest white that you ever saw? Just look, where it dashes up against the breakwater!"

I looked. "Gee, those are big waves!" I said. "They're getting bigger all the time. It looks just like a storm, only the sun is shining so brightly, and the only clouds are those little soft, white ones. I'I'll bet shell be rough going back!"

"No, it won't," said Twinny. "The captain told Mamma that we would be going toward the wind and the boat wouldn't roll nearly so much. Don't you mind what he says, Bess."

Bess laughed. "I don't mind," she said, "I'm not afraid, and I haven't any idea of being sick, no matter how rough it is."