In spite of his smarting face, he determined not to be daunted by this first mishap, but to try again.

So he wiped the floor with a table-cloth, drew another bucket of water from the river, and resolved to proceed with the utmost care this time.

To his dismay, as he stooped to pick up the coffee-pot, he found that it had neither bottom nor spout, but was a total and useless wreck.

"What a leaky old thing it must have been," soliloquized the boy.
Just then his attention was attracted by another hissing sound from the stove and a smell of burning.

Two yellow streams were pouring over the sides of the saucepans.
"Hello!" cried Winn, as he seized a spoon and began ladling a portion of the contents from each into a third pan.