Then she added calmly, “I’m going to keep books out there this Winter.”
CHAPTER III—TOPPY GETS A JOB
Toppy gasped. In the first place, he had not been thinking of her as a “working girl.” None of the girls that he knew belonged to that class. The notion that she, with the childish dimple in her chin and the roses in her cheeks, was a girl who made her own living was hard to assimilate; the idea that she was going out to a camp in the woods—out to Hell Camp—to work was absolutely impossible!
“Keep books?” said Toppy, bewildered. “Do they keep books in a—in a logging-camp?”
It was her turn to look surprised.
“Do you know anything about Cameron Dam?” she asked.
“Nothing,” admitted Toppy. “It’s a logging-camp, though, isn’t it?”
“Rather more than that, as I understand it,” she replied. “They are building a town out there, according to my letter. There are over two hundred people there now. At present they’re doing nothing but logging and building the dam; but they say they’ve found ore out there, and in the Spring the railroad is coming and the town will open up.”
“And—and you’re going to keep books there this Winter?”
She nodded. “They pay well. They’re paying me seventy-five dollars a month and my board.”