“Dish-washing? Fancy!” exclaimed Lil. “I’d like to see myself!”
“Well I wouldn’t,” put in the omnipresent Bobby. “Not if I had to eat after your manipulation of the dish-mop.”
“But we didn’t come to do anything like that,” wailed Lil.
“Just the same we have got to do a part of the camp work,” declared Mother Wit. “It all can’t be shoved off onto Lizzie.”
“Let us arrange about that right here and now,” suggested Mrs. Morse.
“Oh, Mrs. Morse!” cried Nell, eagerly. “First of all I vote that Mrs. Morse is not called upon to do a thing! She’s company as well as chaperon.”
“I will make my own bed,” said the lady, smiling. “You girls can take turns sweeping and dusting the cabin, if you like.”
“And making the beds and cleaning up our tent,” added Laura. “Two at a time—it won’t seem so hard if two work together.”
“A good idea,” agreed Mrs. Morse.
“But that leaves an odd girl,” suggested Jess.