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one？' pleaded Polly； dancing on one foot and chewing her sun…bonnet
string。
'No； dear； you can't！ Keep quiet and let me read。'）
Elsie would not let me tell you our plans any sooner； lest the old
story of a sudden ill turn would keep us at home； and I think very
likely that she longed to give the dear boys and girls a surprise。
We arrived at the Burtons' yesterday。 Elsie bore the journey
exceedingly well； but I would not take any risks； and so we shall not
drive over until day after to…morrow morning。
（'You needn't have hurried quite so fast； Polly dear。'）
I venture to send the tent and its belongings ahead to…day； so that
Jack may get everything to rights before we arrive。
The mattress is just the size the girls ordered； and of course I've
told Elsie nothing about the proposed furnishing of her tent。
I am bringing my little China boy with me； for I happen to think
that； with the Burtons； we shall be fourteen at table。 Gin is not
quite a success as a cook； but he can at least wash dishes； wait at
table； and help Hop Yet in various ways； while I shall be only too
glad to share all your housekeeping cares； if you have not escaped
them even in the wilderness。
I shall be so glad to see you again； and oh； Truth； I am so happy； so
happy； that； please God； I can keep my child after all！ The weary
burden of dread is lifted off my heart； and I feel young again。 Just
think of it！ My Elsie will be well and strong once more！ It seems
too good to be true。
Always your attached friend；
JANET HOWARD。
Mrs。 Winship's voice quivered as she read the last few words； and
Polly and Bell threw themselves into each other's arms and cried for
sheer gladness。
'Come； come； dears！ I suppose you will make grand preparations； and
there is no time to lose。 One of you must find somebody to help
Philip unload the team。 Papa and the boys have gone fishing； and
Laura and Margery went with them； I think。' And Mrs。 Winship bustled
about； literally on hospitable thoughts in…tent。
Polly tied on her sun…bonnet with determination； turned up her
sleeves as if washing were the thing to be done； and placed her arms
akimbo。
'First and foremost；' said she； her eyes sparkling with excitement；
'first and foremost； I am going to blow the horn。'
'Certainly not；' said Aunt Truth。 'Are you crazy； Polly？ It is
scarcely ten o'clock； and everybody would think it was dinnertime；
and come home at once。'
'No； they'd think something had happened to Dicky；' said Bell； 'and
that would bring them in still sooner。'
'Of course！ I forgot。 But can't I blow it earlier than usual？
Can't I blow it at half…past eleven instead of twelve？ We can't do a
thing without the boys； and they may not come home until midnight
unless we do something desperate。 Oh； delight！ There's Don S。 D。 M。
F。 H。 N。； and Phil has found Pancho to help unload。'
'Isn't it lucky that we decided on the place for Elsie's tent； and
saved it in case she should ever come？' said Bell。 'Now Philip and
Pancho can set it up whenever they choose。 And isn't it fortunate
that we three stayed at home to…day； and refused to fish？ now we can
plan everything； and then all work together when they come back。'
Meanwhile Polly was tugging at an immense bundle； literally tooth and
nail； as she alternated trembling clutches of the fingers with
frantic bites at the offending knot。
Like many of her performances； the physical strength expended was out
of all proportion to the result produced； and one stroke of Philip's
knife accomplished more than all her ill…directed effort。 At length
the bundle of awning cloth stood revealed。 'Oh； isn't it beautiful？'
she cried； 'it will be the very prettiest tent in camp； can't I blow
the horn？'
'Look； mamma；' exclaimed Bell； 'it is green and grey； in those pretty
broken stripes； and the edge is cut in lovely scollops and bound with
green braid。 Won't it look pretty among the trees？'
Aunt Truth came out to join the admiring group。
'O…o…o…h！' screamed Polly。 'There comes a piece of the floor。
They've sent it all made； in three pieces。 What fun！ We'll have it
all up and ready to sleep in before we blow the horn！'
'And here's a roll of straw matting；' said Phil； depositing a huge
bundle on the ground near the girls。 'I'll cut the rope to save your
teeth！'
'Green and white plaid！' exclaimed Bell。 'Well！ Mrs。 Howard did
have her wits about her！'
'Oh； do let me blow the horn！' teased the irrepressible Polly。
'Here are a looking…glass and a towel…rack and a Shaker rocking…
chair；' called Philip； 'guess they're going to stay the rest of the
summer。'
'Yes； of course they wouldn't want a looking…glass if they were only
going to stay a month or two；' laughed Bell。
'Dear Aunt Truth； if you won't let me turn a single decorous little
hand…spring； or blow the horn； or do anything nice； will you let us
use all that new white mosquito…netting？ Bell says that it has been
in the storehouse for two years； and it would be just the thing for
decorating Elsie's tent。'
'Why； of course you may have it； Polly； and anything else that you
can find。 There！ I hear Dicky's voice in the distance； perhaps the
girls are coming。'
Bell and Polly darted through the swarm of tents； and looked up the
narrow path that led to the brook。
Sure enough； Margery and Laura were strolling towards home with
little Anne and Dick dangling behind； after the manner of children。
Margery carried a small string of trout； and Dick the inevitable tin
pail in which he always kept an unfortunate frog or two。 The girls
had discovered that he was in the habit of crowding the cover tightly
over the pail and keeping his victims shut up for twenty…four hours；
after which； he said； they were nice and tameso very tame； as it
transpired； that they generally gave up the ghost in a few hours
after their release。 Margery had with difficulty persuaded him of
his cruelty； and the cover had been pierced with a certain number of
air…holes。
'Guess the loveliest thing that could possibly happen！' called Bell
at the top of her voice。
'Elsie has come；' answered Margery in a second； nobody knew why； 'let
me hug her this minute！'
'With those fish？' laughed Polly。 'No！ you'll have to wait until day
after to…morrow； and then your guess will be right。 Isn't it almost
too good to be true？'
'And she is almost well；' added Bell； joyfully； slipping her arm
through Margery's and squeezing it in sheer delight。 'Mrs。 Howard
says she is really and truly better。 Oh； if Elsie Howard in bed is
the loveliest； dearest thing in the world； what will it be like to
have her out of it and with us in all our good times！'
'Has she always been ill since you knew her？' asked Laura。
'Yes； a terrible cold left her with weakness of the lungs； and the
doctors feared consumption； but thought that she might possibly
outgrow it entirely if she lived in a milder climate； so Mrs。 Howard
left home and everybody she cared for； and brought Elsie to Santa
Barbara。 Papa has taken an interest in her from the first； and as
far as we girls are concerned； it was love at first sight。 You never
knew anybody like Elsie！'
'Is she pretty？'
'Pretty！' cried Polly； 'she is like an angel in a picture…book！'
'Interesting？'
'Interesting！' said Bell； in a tone that showed the word to be too
feeble for the subject； 'Elsie is more interesting than all the other
girls in the other world put together！'
'Popular？'
'Popular！' exclaimed Margery； taking her turn in the oral
examination； 'I don't know whether anybody can be popular who is
always in bed； but if it's popular to be adored by every man； woman；
child； and animal that comes anywhere near her； why then Elsie is
popular。'
'And is she a favourite with boys as well as girls？'
'Favourite！' said Bell。 'Why； they think that she is simply perfect！
Of course she has scarcely been able to sit up a week at a time for a
year； and naturally she has not seen many people； but； if you want a
boy's opinion； just ask Philip or Geoffrey。 I assure you； Laura；
after you have known Elsie a while； and have seen the impression she
makes upon everybody； you will want to go to bed and see if you can
do likewise。'
'It isn't just the going to bed；' remarked Margery； sagely。
'And it isn't the prettiness either；' added Polly； 'though if you saw
Elsie asleep； a flower in one hand； the other under her cheek； her
hair straying over the pillow （O for hair that would stray
anywhere！）； you would expect every moment to see a halo above her
head。'
'I don't believe it is because she is good that everybody admires her
so；' said Laura； 'I don't think goodness in itself is always so very
interesting； if Elsie had freckles and a snub nose'（'Don't mind
me！' murmured Polly）'you would find that people would say less
about her wonderful character。'
'There are things that puzzle me；' said Polly； thoughtfully。 'It
seems to me that if I could contrive to be ever so good； nobody ever
would look for a halo round my head。 Now； is it my turned…up nose
and red hair that make me what I am； or did what I am make my nose
and hair what they arewhich？'
'We'll have to