THE LITTLE IRON TUB WAS SAFER 
It was warm on the rocks, in the sun, and she enjoyed it almost as much as the lake. 
Photograph by Mrs. Luther H. Gulick. 
“ce, ice, ice” as she stroked a face with 
her hand and smiled the happiest of 
baby smiles. 
MOTHERING JANET 
And all this time the girls watched— 
thirty of them, young girls from well- 
to-do homes who had come to camp for 
the summer. They were there for a 
goodtime. Their days went to paddling 
in canoes, swimming and diving in the 
lake, hiking on the country roads, 
sleeping out under the stars in the 
woods, tenting on the huge grey rocks, 
sewing, weaving, wood-blocking, decor- 
ating diaries and paddles, canning fruit, 
making dishes and mugs of clay, and— 
mothering Janet. 
Two by two the girls cared for the 
baby every day. In pairs they watched 
her wake in the morning, bathed and 
(Fig. 3.) 
weighed her. They brought her to the 
long table where she learned to hold a 
mug and drink from it, learned that 
some plates are hot and some are cold, 
and that girls at camp are very tuneful 
and very noisy. Two by two they 
washed Janet’s clothes, hung them to 
dry and brought them in. Two by 
two they watched Janet at play and 
took her off to dreamland. 
Hiiteni, the Camp Mother, watched. 
her girls mother Janet, guided, con- 
trolled, suggested each day, but never 
preached and never let those thirty 
young girls feel that they were in school, 
learning most important lessons. The 
girls learned what was good for the baby 
to eat, and to wear and to feel (for when 
she was allowed to paddle for ever so 
little a while in the lake, her night was 
restless, and so she was treated to the 
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