CHAPTER XVI
THE FIRST DAY ON PINE ISLAND
"Can anybody tell me where the—er—looking glass is?"
It was William Philander Tubbs who asked the question. He stood in the middle of one of the tents, gazing helplessly about him.
"Beastly way to live, really now it is," he continued. "How is a fellow to arrange his toilet without a glass?"
"Better run down to the lake and look into the water," suggested Sam, who occupied a cot in the tent.
"Look into the water? Beastly!" murmured Tubbs. "Really now, this isn't like home, is it?" he continued.
"It suits me well enough," went on Sam, leaping up and beginning to dress. "You'll get used to it before long."
"Never, my dear boy, never!"
As Tubbs spoke he began to put on his coat, but failed to get either of his hands further than the elbows of the sleeves.
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