Immediately after the morning meal had ended, Miss Selina ordered Jackson to bring her wheelchair out and she sat in it, ready to start.
Flutey was no longer troubled with rheumatism, so it was not that she had to use the chair, but Happy Hills was at least a half mile from the house so that a walk there and back, besides the walking about the camp, or going in and out of the Nests, was too fatiguing for a lady long past seventy years.
“We’ll push the chair, Jackson, as we want to be with Aunt Selina,” said Ruth, as the manservant waited.
“All right, Jackson. You may attend to other duties,” added Flutey, smiling.
Uncle Ben had gone, carrying his important secret with him, but once the Blue Birds and Bobolinks were on their way to camp, they forgot about his desertion of them.
Uncle Ben reached Miss Martin’s Nest and engaged her in conversation over his secret. She was as eager as he, and soon they had decided upon what was best to do.
“Maggie, I am going to have a little talk with you, to tell you how much I liked your singing last night,” said Uncle Ben, walking up the steps of Maggie’s Nest.
The little girl was sweeping up the floor of the Nest as her visitor spoke, and quickly looking up, she smiled at him.
“I’ve decided to find someone to take the care of the children entirely from your hands during the day, Maggie, and Miss Martin says she can easily manage them as well as those she now has charge of.”
“What fur?” wondered Maggie.