"There must be more down on the boat's cover," suggested Dot. "Let's get it, and pour it into our thermos bottles."
When they had carried out this idea, they set the bottles firmly in the sand, and crept back under cover.
"Shall we eat?" asked Dot, after watching the rain for some minutes in silence.
"Let's wait a while—till noon, if we can. We have only those two oranges and a half a dozen crackers. It'll be something to look forward to."
"There's still some tea and sugar—and one can of milk," the other reminded her. "You know we didn't use them, because we couldn't afford the water. Now it'll be different."
"I'd forgotten all about that!" exclaimed Linda, smiling. "Let's have tea and one cracker for lunch, and save the oranges for supper."
"But how can we ever hope to build a fire in this rain? We'd never find any dry sticks—and if we made one under here, we'd be smoked out."
"I hadn't thought of that. But we can make cold tea. If we leave the leaves in the water long enough, they'll flavor it—anyway, that's what I read in an ad one time."
"You think of everything, Linda! It's no wonder you've gotten out of a dozen disasters that would have killed an ordinary girl!"
"Now Dot!" protested the other girl, modestly. "Just so long as we get out of this one, I'll be satisfied."