“But I don’t know when I can repay you.”
“I can tell you, then. You can pay me back this very summer.”
“This summer, miss?”
“Don’t call me ‘miss’!” cried Wyn, in greater exasperation. “I have told you my name is ‘Wyn’! And I mean exactly what I say. This is a perfectly straight business proposition,” and she laughed her full-throated laugh that made even Polly Jarley, in her trouble, smile.
“Then your business, Wyn Mallory, must be the saving of people from trouble–is that it? For there is no reason in what you say you will do–Oh, I can’t accept it. It would be charity!” cried Polly, again clasping Wyn’s hands.
“It is not charity,” said Wyn, firmly, opening her purse. “And I’ll quickly show you why it is not. You see, Polly Jolly–and I want you to smile at me and look as though you fitted that name. You see, I am captain of the Go-Ahead Club.”
“The Go-Ahead Club?”
“Yes. We are six girls. We each own canoes. And we are just crazy to spend next summer under canvas.”
“You are going camping?”
“That is our intention,” Wyn said, nodding.