"
While Nan was still intensely excited over this letter from
Scotland, Toby Vanderwiller drove up to the Sherwood house behind
his broken-kneed pony. This was the first time any of the
Sherwoods had seen him since the day of the big storm and the
fire in the sawdust.
Chapter XXX
OFF FOR LAKEVIEW HALL
Nan ran out immediately to speak to the old lumberman; but Toby
was calling for Uncle Henry:
"Hey, Hen! Hen Sherwood! Come out yere," he cried.
Uncle Henry halloaed from the stables, and came striding at the
call. Nan reached the old rattletrap wagon first.
"Oh, Mr. Vanderwiller!" she said. "I am glad to see you! And
how is your wife and Corson?"
He looked down at her reflectively, and for a moment did not say
a word. Then he swallowed something and said, jerkily:
"An' you're the one that done it all, Sissy! The ol' woman an'
the boy air as chipper as bluejays. An' they air a honin' for a
sight on you."
"Yes. I haven't been over lately. But that man from Chicago
came, didn't he?"
"I sh'd say 'yes'! He come," said Toby, in awe. "An' what d'ye
s'pose? He done buyed a heap of Corson's spec'mens an' paid him
more'n a hundred dollars for 'em. And that ain't countin' that
there dead-head butterfly ye made sech a time about.
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