"You can't move that alone.

Susan! Stop!" It was too late, however.

The small busybody had managed to stir the kettle, but, her youthful arms being quite unequal to sustaining its weight, she let it drop, retreating with a wild Indian yell of alarm.

The stream of boiling water fortunately escaped her, but nearly put out the fire.

When the steam and dust had subsided, the rueful scouts picked up the empty kettle gingerly, as it was hot.
"We shall have to build up the fire again," lamented Gertrude.