e following night; and the assembly put on
its hats and went out.

CHAPTER III.

Arrangements settled.--Harris's method of doing work.--How the elderly,
family-man puts up a picture.--George makes a sensible, remark.--Delights
of early morning bathing.--Provisions for getting upset.

So, on the following evening, we again assembled, to discuss and arrange
our plans. Harris said:

"Now, the first thing to settle is what to take with us. Now, you get a
bit of paper and write down, J., and you get the grocery catalogue,
George, and somebody give me a bit of pencil, and then I'll make out a
list."

That's Harris all over--so ready to take the burden of everything
himself, and put it on the backs of other people.

He always reminds me of my poor Uncle Podger. You never saw such a
commotion up and down a house, in all your life, as when my Uncle Podger
undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the
frame-maker's, and be standing in the dining-room, waiting to be put up;
and Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger
would say:

"Oh, you leave that to _me_. Don't you, any of you, worry yourselves
about that. _I'll_ do all that."

And then he would take off his coat, and begin. He would send the girl
out for sixpen'orth of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell
her what size to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and
start the whole house.

[Picture: Candle] "Now you go and get me my hammer, Will," he would
shout; "and you bring me the rule, Tom; and I shall want the step-ladder,
and I had better have a kitchen-chair, too; and, Jim! you run round to
Mr. Goggles, and tell him, 'Pa's kind regards, and hopes his leg's
better; and will he lend him his spirit-level?' And don't you go, Maria,
because I shall want somebody to hold me the light; and when the girl
comes back, she must go out again for a bit of picture-cord; and
Tom!--where's Tom?--Tom, you come here; I shall want you to hand me up
the picture."

And then he would lift up the picture, and drop it, and it would come out
of the frame, and he would try to save the glass, and cut himself; and
then he would spring round the room, looking for his handkerchief. He
could not find his handkerchief, because it was in the pocket of the coat
he had taken off, and he did not know where he had put the coat, and all
the house had to leave off looking for his tools, and start looking for
hi