The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1907-07-31
MARION'S ONE ENEMY.
And How She Learned to Love It at Last.

before this June sun gets too warm
All we're agreed, and Max soon
brought the big row boat around to
the tiny landing 'If you girls are as
noisy as this all morning, you'll have
to go in boats by yourselves" de-
c1ared Max, ungallantly.
Now it happened no one knew ex-
actly, but the rotten edge of the land
ing crumbled away little just as
Max was helping Marion into the
boat, and both were thrown into the
water. The girls shrieked wildly, but
the boys dragged them out before
they suffered anything more than
bath in the shining water.
"Come right up to the hotel" said
Mrs. Walden, the chaperon, briskly.
awe must find some clothes until
these dry We have great reason to
be thankful that it was no worse"
Marion had often read of beautiful
heroines rescued from watery graves;
and, when she saw herself in mirror
she felt that any one who could be
beautiful and dripping wet deserved
all the praise Of story writer's. Her
new dress was ruined, her shoes
squeaked with water, and her hat al
lowed green and red streams to give
her the appearance of an Indian. Max
was being helped into dry garments
by his friends, and in less than half
an hour the two young people made
their appearance none the worse for
their bath.
"You go on" said Marion, half
vexed and half laughing. "You don't
need to let us spoil the picnic. No,
indeed! I wouldn't think of going
out in these clothes,' and she looked
at the calico wrapper provided by a
woman in the hotel kitchen. It was
large enough for two girls of her size,
and the carpet slippers were enor-
nous. "I'll stick to the knichen, thank
you, Until my clothes are dry"
eyes, get out Of here" said Max,
amid the merry laughter at his ap-
pearance. His trousers were turned
up six inches, though he was no
dwarf, and his long arms protruded
from the sleeves "Do you hear?
We're tired of furnishing amusement
for the crowd Say, don't forget us
at dinner-time if the clothes shouldn't
be dry. Do you hear?"
"Tll put your shoes at the edge of
Tic Ddkc oven, Sdlu TIE WOIIldH Ill
the kitchen, kindly. They'll dry
sooner" She waddled away with the
soaked shoes, and amid much laughter
the washing" was spread on the
grass to dry. The woman also set on
some irons, SO that at the first possible
moment the garments could be assist
ed in the drying process.
''Isn't that dreadful" said Max,
after they had forlornly watched the
laughing crowd troop off, "How on
earth are we to put in the timer"
"I'm going to help Mrs. Trent with
these Dishes" said Marion, rolling
back her wrapper sleeves. mot that
[ love dish-washing, but I like idle
ness in a place like this still less.
Better take towel and dry them, Max.
1t will help pass the time. [ think
until the end of my days I shall be in
debted to some one and be trying to
repay by washing Dishes"
Something smells fearful said
Max later, taking his sixth towel Il
wonder what on earth it can be?"
"Open the doors WIDER" said Mar
ion. "This is horriblep'
"Your shoesW said Mrs Trent,
coming in. "Who shut that oven
door,"
A cloud of smoke rolled out as she
jerked the oven door open, and drag
ged out the remains of the shoes.
TITS a wonder you didn't smell the
leather"
In spite of his hattering offer the
Marion laughed till they cried Mar
ion looked down at her carpet slippers
and Max took note of his number