the plan, and her objection had been almost apologetic. Mae, taking her cue from her friend, awaited further enlightenment in pretty perplexity.
"Miss Comfort has enough to furnish it with," continued Laurie. "At least, Polly said she had taken a lot of stuff with her." Polly nodded vigorously. "All we'd have to do would be to board up about four windows on each side of the cabin, put some shades or curtains at the others, put a new lock on the door, run a stove-pipe through the roof—"
"Perfectly simple and easy," said Ned. "Go on, son."
"That's about all. That cabin's big enough for her to live in comfortably, big enough for a stove and bed and table and chairs—and—and everything. Then, there's the roof, too. Why, she could have a roof-garden up there, and a place to dry her clothes—"
"After she's fallen overboard?" asked Bob.
"That's all right," answered Laurie a trifle warmly. "Have your fun, but the scheme's all right, and if you'd quit spoofing and stop to think seriously a minute—"
