There was now no one to interfere with them.

Flatirons were put on the oil stove, which was once more in working order, and the work of pressing out their wrinkled clothing was begun.

Harriet and Jane handled the irons.

Miss Elting took down the curtains, which also were sadly in need of ironing, while Margery and Hazel prepared the noon meal.

Tommy perched herself on the rail of the upper deck, and caroled forth a lisping ditty.
After dinner, Harriet and Jane rowed ashore and purchased supplies from the farmhouse that they had observed on their way to the present anchorage.