"It's rather mean water." They went upstairs to a very scantily furnished, doubled-bedded room.
George, warned by previous experience, glanced around.
"There's soap and a towel, anyway; but I don't see any water," he remarked.

"I'll take the jar; they'll have a rain-tank somewhere about." Edgar did not answer him.

He was looking out of the open window, and now that there was little to obstruct his view, the prospect interested him.

It had been a wet spring, and round the vast half-circle he commanded the prairie ran back to the horizon, brightly green, until its strong coloring gave place in the distance to soft neutral tones.
It was blotched with crimson flowers; in the marshy spots there were streaks of purple; broad squares of darker wheat checkered the sweep of grass, and dwarf woods straggled across it in broken lines.

In one place was the gleam of a little lake.