But you and Jessie and the little
nipper "("Consider!" interjected Nan, "calling me 'a little
nipper'! What does he consider a big 'nipper'?") "come up to
Pine Camp. Kate and I will be mighty glad to have you here. Tom
and Rafe are working for a luckier lumberman than I, and there's
plenty of room here for all hands, and a hearty welcome for you
and yours as long as there's a shot in the locker."
"That's just like Hen," Nan's father said. "He'd divide his last
crust with me. But I don't want to go where work is scarce. I
must go where it is plentiful, where a man of even my age will be
welcome."
"Your age, Papa Sherwood! How you talk," drawled Nan's mother in
her pretty way. "You are as young as the best of 'em yet."
"Employers don't look at me through your pretty eyes, Momsey," he
returned, laughing.
"Well," said his wife, still cheerfully, "my fishing seems to be
resultless yet. Perhaps the bait's gone off the hook. Had I
better haul in the line and bait again? I was always doing that
when I went fishing with Adair and his brothers, years ago, when
I was a little girl."
Her husband shook his head. "Have patience, Jessie," he said.
He had few expectations from the Memphis letter; yet there was a
most surprising result from it on the way, something which by no
possibility could the little family in the Amity Street cottage
have suspected.
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