“Poor Prissy will get soaked,” said Desiré, gazing out of the window for the fifth time.
“I’ll go after her,” offered Jack.
“But what good would it do for you to get soaked, too?”
“None, I suppose. The poor kid ought to have a raincoat and an umbrella,” he muttered, half to himself.
“I’ve been thinking about clothes, Jack, and it seems to me that we’ll have to draw some of what we got for the farm—”
“But that’s in the bank at Yarmouth,” objected Jack quickly, “and you know we said it shouldn’t be touched except for sickness or other emergencies.”
“I know, but this is an emergency; isn’t it? If we don’t buy a few necessary articles of clothing, we’ll run the risk of sickness, and that would be far more expensive.”
“You’re right, of course. Make out a list of what we need, and then we’ll count the probable cost.”
“We’ll do it together,” said Desiré, getting pencil and paper, and sitting down at the table beside her brother.
They were so engrossed in their problem that they both jumped violently when there was a quick knock, and the judge stepped into the room, closely followed by Priscilla. René, who had been amusing himself in the corner with some toys which had been part of the “furnishings” of the cabin, darted across the room to fling himself upon the caller.