“There is one thing that I have forgotten, too, and I feel awfully bad about it after all his kindness,” said Douglas. “That is, we must make no decided plans until we consult Dr. Wright.”
“Consult Dr. Wright, indeed! I’d like to know what’s it to him,” said Helen wrathfully. “Can’t we even go on a summer trip without asking his permission?”
“Well, I think inasmuch as he has power of attorney and we can’t do anything without money that we shall have to consult him. He’ll be home to-morrow night and we can ask him immediately. I am pretty sure he will think it a good thing, though.”
“Maybe, but for goodness’ sake, don’t tell him it was my idea originally, as he hates me as much as I hate him, and if he had thought of it, I just know I’d never have consented or thought it a good plan.”
“Well, I know one thing,” said Miss Somerville, “I am dead tired and this child here is asleep. We had better go to bed and get all the rest we can if we are going to camp out for the summer.”
How different the night was from what the Carters had looked forward to! Sleepless misery was what they had been sure would be their lot, and instead, they went to their beds with their heads full of their week-end boarding camp. Father was to get well on his voyage and come back to join them in Albemarle. Instead of finding debts piled on debts, their camp was to pay and he was to find his girls actually making a living.
“Cotton stockings will be the appropriate things to wear at camp,” was the last thought Helen had. “I don’t see how I could spend the summer in town after the oath I have taken. I couldn’t show my face, or rather my feet, on the street.”