He, too, had been impressed by the similarity between Dorothy and Molly, but, of course, he did not speak of it; neither did he know of the trouble which that resemblance had made for Dorothy.
The trip on the water was made without a mishap, and, as the doctor said, Molly gained strength and courage with almost every new breath.
Then to the camp! Dorothy ran on ahead, for Molly was walking.
"Oh, what has happened now?" asked Mrs. Markin, seeing the boys supporting Molly.
"Nothing but good news this time," replied Dorothy. "We have found Tavia, we have found a sick girl, and we have brought them all back to have a good time at Camp Capital."
This was good news indeed—Dorothy always knew how to cheer.
"Welcome!" announced the lady, planting a kiss on Dorothy's now flushed cheek. "There is a visitor waiting for you," he added.
"For me?"
Mary Bell, the nurse, stepped out on the camp porch. She was smiling, and all the anxiety had left her face.
"You little robber!" she said to Dorothy. "Where are my clothes?"