Change of climate might benefit her greatly; the
doctors had all said so of late; but not that change.
"Then," continued Nan's mother, "there is your brother, Henry, up
in Michigan."
"Oh! I remember Uncle Henry," cried Nan. "Such a big, big man!"
"With a heart quite in keeping with the size of his body, honey,"
her mother quickly added. "And your Aunt Kate is a very nice
woman. Your uncle has lumber interests. He might find something
for your father there."
"I'll write to Hen, Jessie," Mr. Sherwood said decisively. "But
a
lumber camp is no place for you. Let's see, his mail address is
Hobart Forks, isn't it? Right in the heart of the woods. If you
weren't eaten up by black gnats, you would be by ennui," and he
chuckled.
"Goodness!" cried Mrs. Sherwood, making big eyes at him. "Are
those a new kind of mosquito? Ennui, indeed! Am I a baby? Is
Nan another?"
"But think of Nan's education, my dear," suggested Mr. Sherwood.
"I ought to work and help the family instead of going to school
any longer," Nan declared.
"Not yet, Daughter, not yet," her father said quickly. "However,
I will write to Hen. He may be able to suggest something."
"It might be fun living in the woods," Nan said.
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