Six o'clock the next morning found every one up and ready for a dip. Mr. Anderson, having heard of the fact that Pud was bound to have his morning dip no matter how cold the water, thought to have some sport with him.
"Pud, have you seen our famous shower bath?" asked Mr. Anderson quietly.
"No. Where is it?" said Pud.
"It's just up this little stream. It's a little cold for me, but they tell me that you like cold water in the morning."
"Oh, yes," said Bill, "Pud has to have his cold shower every morning, winter or summer."
"Lead us to it," said Bob.
Mr. Anderson then led the boys up a path which finally came out right under a fifteen-foot waterfall. It certainly looked like a natural shower bath, for the water was broken in its fall by the jutting rocks. Bill put his hand into the water and pulled it back with a jerk.
"Some cold," said he.
Bob did the same.
"Me for the lake. That's too cold for my blood," was Bob's remark.