“Where’s that?” questioned the guide.
“In Missouri. I wish I had that geyser in our back yard at home. I wouldn’t have to lug water to fill the wash boiler any more, would I?” chuckled the fat boy. “I could take my baths in it, too.”
“You might wash your own laundry in it, I suppose,” suggested Emma.
Grace gave Miss Dean a quick, keen glance and shook her head.
“Yep,” grinned the guide. “All you would have to do would be to dump a few cakes of soap in the basin, soap your clothes well and throw them in. A regular lazy man’s job, and it wouldn’t cost you a cent except for the soap.”
“Say, that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” cried Chunky.
“Why don’t you try it?” urged Badger.
“I believe I will. I haven’t had any washing done since we reached the Park.”
“You look it,” agreed Hippy.
“Perhaps I do, but I don’t look any more run down than you and the rest of the outfit do, even though I did fall off a mountain and roll a mile or two. May I wash my clothes in one of these basins, Mr. Badger?”