She soon had a fire started in the stove.
"We must stand by the fire with pails of water.

I haven't much confidence in that stovepipe," she exclaimed laughingly.

"However, we have plenty of water near, in case of need." Tommy had gotten a broom and a dustpan and was already raising a cloud of dust by her efforts at sweeping.
"For goodness' sake, sprinkle the floor before you sweep," begged Margery chokingly.

Hazel dipped up a pail of water from the lake and sprinkled it through her fingers over the floor of the boat.

All the others save Harriet had fled, driven out by the choking dust.