If you're going anywhere for a long
spell, just let me take her up to Pine Camp. We have no little
girls up there, never had any. But I bet we know how to treat
'em."
"Hen!" shouted Mr. Sherwood, stumbling up from the table, and
putting out both hands to the big man whom Mrs. Joyce had ushered
in from the kitchen so unexpectedly.
"Henry Sherwood!" gasped Momsey, half rising herself in her
surprise and delight.
"Why!" cried Nan, "it's the bear-man!" for Mr. Henry Sherwood
wore the great fur coat and cap that he had worn the evening
before when he had come to Nan's aid in rescuing the boy from
Norway Pond.
Afterward Nan confessed, naively, that she ought to have known he
was her Uncle Henry. Nobody, she was quite sure, could be so big
and brawny as the lumberman from Michigan.
"She's the girl for me," proclaimed Uncle Henry admiringly.
"Smart as a whip and as bold as a catamount. Hasn't she told you
what she did last night? Sho! Of course not. She don't go
'round blowing about her deeds of valor, I bet!" and the big man
went off into a gale of laughter that seemed to shake the little
cottage.
Papa Sherwood and Momsey had to learn all the particulars then,
and both glowed with pride over their little daughter's action.
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