The brace, or if the buttons were still there, the braces were easily jerked up on the shoulders, and there you were.

Coats, boots, and stockings were superfluous, collars and ties utterly despised.
Then the little ones would gather on the grassy bank to watch the big ones get out, which was a process worth watching.
"Well, I'm going out, boys," one would say.
"Oh, pshaw! let's have another plunge." "All right.

But it's the last, though." Then a long stream of naked figures would scramble up the bank and rush for the last place.

"First out, last in," was the rule, for the boys would much rather jump on some one else than be jumped on themselves.
After the long line of naked figures had vanished into the boiling water, one would be seen quietly stealing out and up the bank kicking his feet clean as he stepped off the projecting root onto the grass, when, plunk! a mud ball caught him, and back he must come.

It took them full two hours to escape clean from the water, and woe betide the boy last out.