“Let’s take her over to Chickadee!” interrupted Thistle. “That would be a distinct and decided change.”
“Oh, hush,” begged Alma. “What else did the doctor say, Nora?”
“She is hysterical—all came from the fright of her mother’s sudden death,” continued Nora. “But girls, I don’t know how much to thank you,” she broke off. “Being a Scout has done much for me.”
“We believe you,” said Wyn in her usual bantering way. “But say, little girl, are you going back to that school where they teach you to wear silk underwear in the cold, blasty winter weather? Couldn’t you make out to get adopted at the Nest yourself?”
A laugh, then a set of laughs, followed this.
“You are coming over to camp tonight, remember,” said Alma, seriously. “We have not initiated you yet, you know.”
“How about that first formal ducking, with Jimbsy in the background?” Pell reminded them. “That seemed all right for an initiation.”
Mrs. Manton was coming down the path with the inevitable letter. Was there ever a story finished without “a letter”? Mr. Jerry followed up.
It was, as you have guessed, from Nora’s mother, and she did grant permission for her to stay.
“So,” said Mrs. Teddy Manton, otherwise Theodora, while the real Jerry looked over her shoulder at the letter, and Cap sniffed approvingly at Nora’s khaki skirt, “we expect to have Nora go to school in town this winter, and perhaps next summer we will all be back again at Rocky Ledge.”