It had neither beginning nor end, but serialized itself from day to day.

Connie was already proficient at the tubs.

It was a knack she was in no danger of losing.
Keppel and Henry took turns at the sweeps, while the three smaller children began to manifest a love for the water they had not seemed to possess earlier in the day.

They played along the edge of the raft, always in imminent danger of falling in, always being called back, or seized, just in time to prevent a catastrophe.

This ceaseless activity on their part earned them much in the way of cuffings, chastisements which Mrs.Cavendish administered with no great spirit.
"Drat you, why don't you go look at the pore gentleman instead of posterin' a body 'most to death!" she demanded at length, and they stole off on tiptoe to stare at Yancy.