"It is?"
"Yes, indeed. We shan't have been long at the seashore when Summer will have drained off every drop of water in that brook."
"What for?"
"House-cleaning, of course. I suppose she scrubs out and sweeps out the bed of that brook before she'll let a bit of water come in again."
"Well, she is fussy," laughed Jewel. "Even Mrs. Forbes wouldn't do that."
"I ask you," pursued Mr. Evringham, "what would the turtles do while the war was on?"
"Why, they couldn't live there, of course. Well, we won't be here while the ravine is empty of the brook, will we, grandpa? I shouldn't like to see it."
"No, we shall be where there's 'water, water everywhere.' Even Summer won't attempt to houseclean the bottom of the sea."
Jewel thought a minute. "I wish she wouldn't do that," she said wistfully; "because turtles would be fun, wouldn't they, grandpa?"