y. "But a lumber
camp is no place for you. Let's see, his mail address is Hobart Forks,
isn't it? Right in the heart of the woods. If you weren't eaten up by
black gnats, you would be by ennui," and he chuckled.

"Goodness!" cried Mrs. Sherwood, making big eyes at him. "Are those a
new kind of mosquito? Ennui, indeed! Am I a baby? Is Nan another?"

"But think of Nan's education, my dear," suggested Mr. Sherwood.

"I ought to work and help the family instead of going to school any
longer," Nan declared.

"Not yet, Daughter, not yet," her father said quickly. "However, I will
write to Hen. He may be able to suggest something."

"It might be fun living in the woods," Nan said. "I'm not afraid of
gnats, or mosquitoes, or, or on-wees!"

She chanced to overhear her father and Dr. Christian talking the next
day on the porch, and heard the wise old physician say:

"I'm not sure I could countenance that, Robert. What Jessie needs is an
invigorating, bracing atmosphere. A sea voyage would do her the greatest
possible good."

"Perhaps a trip to Buffalo, down the lakes?"

"No, no! That's merely an old woman's home-made plaster on the wound.
Something more drastic. Salt air. A long, slow voyage, overseas. It
often wracks the system, but it brings the patient to better and more
stable health. Jessie may yet be a strong, well woman if we take the
right course with her."

Nevertheless, Mr. Sherwood wrote to his brother. He had to do so, it
seemed. There was no other course open to him.

And while he fished in that direction, Momsey threw out her line toward
Memphis and Adair MacKenzie. Mr. Sherwood pulled in his line first,
without much of a nibble, it must be confessed.

"Dear Bob," the elder Sherwood wrote: "Things are flatter than a
stepped-on pancake with me. I've got a bunch of trouble with old Ged
Raffer and may have to go into court with him. Am not cutting a stick
of timber. But you and Jessie and the little nipper,"("Consider!"
interjected Nan, "calling me 'a little nipper'! What does he consider a
big 'nipper'?") "come up to Pine Camp. Kate and I will be mighty glad to
have you here. Tom and Rafe are working for a luckier lumberman than I,
and there's plenty of room here for all hands, and a hearty welcome for
you and yours as long as there's a shot in the locker."

"That's just like Hen," Nan's father said. "He'd divide his last crust
with me. But I don't want to go where work is scarce. I must go where it
is