"The water comes from the mysterious spring I told you about," said Uncle Fred when Mrs. Bunker asked him about it. "We pump it up into a tank with a gasolene engine pump, and then it runs into the bathroom or wherever else we want it. Oh, we'll treat you all right out here, you'll see!"
"I'm sure you will," said Mother Bunker.
The children were washed and combed after their long journey, and then Uncle Fred led them out to the dining-room.
"Who does your cooking?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"Bill Johnson," was the answer. "He's a fine cook, too."
"Is he a man?" asked Rose, in some surprise.
"When you see him you'll say so!" exclaimed her uncle. "Bill is about six feet tall, and as thin as a rail. But he certainly can cook."
"I didn't think a man could cook," went on Rose.
"Of course they can!" laughed her father. "You ought to see me cook when I go camping and fishing. And the cook we had in the train coming here was a man."
"Was he?" asked Rose. "How funny!"