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Hope, Laura Lee

"Or, the stirring cruise of the motor boat Gem"

"I know where the
scrubbing pail is." She had insisted on making it one of her duties to
scrub the deck every day, and for this purpose she kept in readiness a
pail to which a rope was attached, that it might be dropped overboard
into the lake and hauled up full. This was soon in use. Aunt Kate
insisted on having several large pots and pans also filled.
"You can't have too much water at a fire," she said, practically.
The burning hay barge was rapidly being blown down toward the
boathouse. At the latter structure quite a throng of club members, and
others, had gathered in readiness to act when the time came.
In the moonlight they could be seen getting pails and tubs of water in
readiness, and one small line of hose, used to water the lawn, was
laid. But it would be of small service against such a blaze as now
enveloped the barge. Many boats were hastening to the scene, whistling
frantically-- as though that helped.
"Have you got a pump aboard?" some one hailed those on the Gem.
"No, we're going to haul the barge away," answered Betty.
"Good idea, but don't go too close!" came the warning.


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