Anyway, it was the seaman Carolyn May wished to talk with, and she laid her plans accordingly. Once in the fall and before the snow came she had ridden as far as Adams’ camp with Mr. Parlow. He had gone there for some hickory wood.
But, now, to ride on the empty sled going in and on top of the load of logs coming out of the forest, Carolyn May felt sure, would be much more exciting. She mentioned her desire to Uncle Joe on a Friday evening.
“Well, now, if it’s pleasant, I don’t see anything to forbid. Do you, Aunty Rose?” Mr. Stagg returned.
“I presume Tim will take the best of care of her,” the woman said. “Maybe getting out more in the air will make her look less peaked, Joseph Stagg.”
The hardware dealer stared at his little niece with knitted brow.
“Does she look peaked, Aunty Rose?” he asked anxiously.
“She doesn’t look as robust as I could wish.”
“Say! she isn’t sick, is she? You don’t feel bad, do you, Car’lyn May?”
“Oh, no, Uncle Joe,” the child hastened to say, remembering vividly the boneset tea. “I’m quite sure I’m not ill.”
The excitement of preparing to go to the camp the next morning brought the roses into Carolyn May’s cheeks and made her eyes sparkle. When Tim, the hackman, went into town with his first load he was forewarned by Aunty Rose that he would have company going back.