“Chelton is dignified and appropriate,” interposed Cora; “besides, if we should stray off to Holland they would know along the Dikes that we belonged in Chelton.”
“Now don’t forget that the wheel is a sea wheel and turns opposite to the direction you want to go,” cautioned Jack.
“How is that?” inquired Lottie, who had joined the other in examining the boat.
She was shown with patience. The boys were plainly glad that one of the girls, at least, did not know all about running a motor boat.
“And oh, what is that?” gasped Marita. “That cunning little playhouse!”
“Playhouse!” repeated Cora. “That’s our living room—our cabin. Those fixtures are to cook with, eat with, live with and do all our housekeeping with.”
“Also die with,” added Walter. “I think that electric toaster might be all right for fudge, but for real bread—Now say, Cora, can you really cook pork and beans on that?”
“These are the very latest, most improved and most expensive electric attachments on the market,” answered Cora, with a show of dignity, “and when you boys take a meal here, if we ever invite you to, I think we can easily prove the advantage of electrical attachments over campfire iron pots.”
The cooking apparatus was examined with interest. A motor boat cabin fitted up with such a “kitchenette” was indeed a novelty.
“You see,” explained Cora, “we have two ways of getting power. We can take it from the storage battery, or from the little dynamo attached to the motor.”