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Rh And wet the lake With a hot snowflake, In the middle of June— If that isn't too soon— And sail to the moon In a big balloon"

"Oh, Tom, let up!" roared Fred. "Talk about a sausage-making machine"

finished Sam. Oh, but that's the worst yet. Shall we duck him, Fred?"

"No, don't pollute the water," answered Garrison.

"He ought to be ducked," came from Powell, in disgust. "Whenever I have a poetic streak"

"It's catching, as the fly-paper said to the fly," finished Tom. "Let's call it square and take a new tack. Who's in for a swim when we reach the end of the lake?"

"I am!" was the united cry from the others.

They were passing several small islands and