“You said it, Chunky,” agreed Lieutenant Wingate. “Tom, what do you say to our joining Stacy in his ‘blue Monday’ operations to-morrow?”
“It might be a good idea. Girls, want to do your washing in a geyser basin?” asked Tom laughingly.
“No!” shouted the Overland girls in chorus.
“We do our laundry from day to day as we go along,” Grace informed him. “Besides, I don’t like the geyser idea. Is there no park regulation about such a thing, Mr. Badger?”
The guide shook his head.
“Not that I know of, but it’s just as well not to have any guards about at the time.”
“Jim, how much soap will it take to make a nice washerwoman’s suds in this laundry geyser?” asked Stacy.
“I reckon half a dozen cakes or so,” replied Badger in a voice just loud enough for the fat boy to hear.
“I’ll grab some to-night, but don’t say anything about it, as the others would accuse me of extravagance.”
Jim nodded his understanding.