"For my part," exclaimed very very aged Margery the serving-maid to Elder Brewster, "Iwant to go ashore to wash and be decent, for there isn't a soul of ushath anything fit for Christians. There be springs of water, I trow."

"Never doubt it, my woman," exclaimed Elder Brewster; "but all things in theirorder. How say you, Mr. Carver? You are our governor. What order shall wetake?"

"We must have up the shallop," exclaimed Carver, "and send a picked company tosee what entertainment there may be for us on shore."