"Why, Wren," cried Peggy, "you are positively pretty. In a month's time we won't know you."
"A month's time?" sighed the child; "am I going to stay with you as long as that?"
Miss Prescott caught the wan little figure in her arms.
"Yes, and many months after that," she cried.
Roy and Jimsy exchanged glances.
"Another member of the family," exclaimed Roy; "if we go at this rate we'll have acquired an entire set of new sisters by the time we reach the Big Smokies."
CHAPTER IX.
JIMSY FALLS ASLEEP.
"Anybody been around, Tam?"