One pumped and the other washed.

It was splashy but interesting.
"It's much more fun than basin washing," said Roberta.

"How sparkly the weeds are between the stones, and the moss on the roof--oh, and the flowers!" The roof of the back kitchen sloped down quite low.

It was made of thatch and it had moss on it, and house-leeks and stonecrop and wallflowers, and even a clump of purple flag-flowers, at the far corner.
"This is far, far, far and away prettier than Edgecombe Villa," said Phyllis.

"I wonder what the garden's like." "We mustn't think of the garden yet," said Roberta, with earnest energy.
"Let's go in and begin to work." They lighted the fire and put the kettle on, and they arranged the crockery for breakfast; they could not find all the right things, but a glass ash-tray made an excellent salt-cellar, and a newish baking-tin seemed as if it would do to put bread on, if they had any.
When there seemed to be nothing more that they could do, they went out again into the fresh bright morning.
"We'll go into the garden now," said Peter.