RESTORATION
“Well, it isn’t as bad as it might be,” said Dr. Morse after he had examined Hadee. “Of course it would have been better to have had the bone set sooner, but there’s no great harm done. But I must get her to some other place than this to work over her. I haven’t room here.”
“Take her to our camp,” proposed Natalie.
“No, she wouldn’t ride well in a boat. I’ll just send Old Hanson back for a farm wagon, and have him put a mattress in it. She can ride on that as well as in an ambulance. I guess the Richardson’s will take her in. They have plenty of room. I was just there on a call when Hanson found me. Mr. Richardson has a little bilious attack. This girl will be very comfortable there. His wife is a fine cook, and they have hired help.”
Dr. Morse explained to Old Hanson what was wanted, and the hermit started off after the wagon. Hadee was gotten downstairs, and made as comfortable as possible.
The Camp Fire Girls were anxious to hear her story but Dr. Morse would not let her talk.
“It will do later,” he said. “She has a slight fever, and I don’t want any more inflammation in that leg than I can help.”
There was the sound of wheels down the road. A farm wagon hove in sight, Old Hanson sitting on the seat beside the driver.
As Hadee was carried out the old hermit, who had been hovering about caught a glimpse of her face. He started, took a few steps forward, clutched at his heart and cried:
“Girl—girl! Who was your mother?”