"And when Pale Lick
burned up, them boys was burned up, too."
"Oh!" gasped Nan, horrified.
"Lots of folks was burned. Injun Pete come near being burned up.
He ain't been right, I reckon, since. And I reckon that's where
Marm Sherwood got that scar on the side of her neck."
Nan wondered.
Chapter XIV
AT THE LUMBER CAMP
Nan said nothing just then about her queer little visitor. Aunt
Kate asked her when she came out of the east room and crossed the
chill desert of the parlor to the general sitting room:
"Did you have a nice sleep, Nannie?"
"Goodness, Auntie!" laughed Nan. "I got over taking a nap in the
daytime a good while ago, I guess. But you come and see what I
have done. I haven't been idle."
Aunt Kate went and peeped into the east chamber. "Good mercy,
child! It doesn't look like the same room, with all the pretty
didos," she said. "And that's your pretty mamma in the picture
on the mantel? My! Your papa looks peaked, doesn't he? Maybe
that sea voyage they are taking will do 'em both good."
Nan had to admit that beside her uncle and cousins her father did
look "peaked." Robust health and brawn seemed to be the two
essentials in the opinion of the people of Pine Camp. Nan was
plump and rosy herself and so escaped criticism.
Pages:
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120