"And there isn't always a Laura near to point out the superiority of the girl in plain white," returned Alene with a sanctimonious air at which they both laughed.
"Now for our own choosing," said Laura briskly, and the clerk came forward to her nod.
They spent a delightful half hour at the counter fingering the pretty things, sometimes having as much trouble to decide between different objects as the boys had with their pitchers.
"I'll take this sweet little blue goblet for Ivy, and that pitcher for Mrs. Major, and the berry dish for Kizzie. I'd like to get Uncle Fred a new tobacco-jar to replace the one I broke, but I don't see any." Alene pointed out the things desired, all of which Laura had helped in selecting; then Laura bought her mother a cake-stand and Mrs. Bonner had commissioned her to buy a dozen tumblers, which purchase took much time and thought.
Presently Alene became aware of a pattering on the roof. Softly it came at first, then more and more insistent.
"Why, Lol, it's raining like—like in the days of Noah!" she cried.
"It's only a summer shower," said Laura carelessly.
Having completed their purchases, they strayed to the far end of the boat and discovered a narrow, paneled door which led to a tiny private cabin.
"It would make a lovely play-house!" exclaimed Laura as they peeped in.
It certainly looked inviting with its gay rug and crimson-cushioned furniture.