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"The yellow poster?" repeated her mother doubtfully, not at first understanding the significance of her daughter's statement. "Yes. You know. When there's anything bad to announce to the hands the Atwater Company uses yellow posters, like a small-pox, or typhoid warning. The horrid thing! The mills shut down in two weeks, Momsey, and no knowing when they will open again."
"Had your little brother lived, honey," added Mrs. Sherwood tenderly, "we should have tried to put him through college, and you, as well. It would have been something worthwhile for your father to work for. But I am afraid all these years that his money has been wasted in attempts to benefit my health." "Oh, Momsey! Don't say it, that way," urged Nan. "What would we ever do without you?
"We will have to put it up in the folded fire escape fashion," said Dorothy, "until we can drive out to a barber's. It is too late this afternoon." "Whatever will momsey say?" thought Tavia aloud. "That you would have made a very good-looking boy," replied Dorothy. "I am sure I never saw a girl to whom short hair was so becoming."
"Best thing that could happen to her, best thing that could happen to her!" declared the old physician with emphasis, as he stumped away. Nan wondered what that could mean. A sea voyage for Momsey? Of course, for all of them. She could not imagine Momsey going anywhere without her and Papa Sherwood.
The sum of money and other property willed to Momsey by her great uncle is so large that the greatest care will be exercised by the Scotch judges to see that it goes to the right person." "As your mother once said, we must throw a sprat to catch a herring. In this case we shall be throwing a sprat to catch a whale!
Although the stay of her parents in Scotland was much more extended than they or Nan had expected, the doll was a link binding the girl to her old home life which she missed so much. Her uncle and aunt had tried to make her happy here at Pine Camp. As far as they could do so they had supplied the love and care of Momsey and Papa Sherwood.
Nan said nothing to Bess Harley, her particular chum and confidant, about the wonderful letter that had come from Scotland. Although Momsey and Nan talked the legacy over intimately that Saturday afternoon, and planned what they would really do with some of the money "when their ship came in," the young girl knew that the matter was not to be discussed outside of the family circle.
"Oh, my dear!" was the little woman's involuntary tribute to the seriousness of the announcement. In a moment she was again her usual bright self. She drew Nan closer to her and her own brown eyes, the full counterpart of her daughter's, winkled merrily. "I tell you what let's do, Nan," she said. "What shall we do, Momsey?" repeated the girl, rather lugubriously.
But Papa Sherwood certainly was enigmatical and Momsey was mysteriously happy, as Dr. Christian had said. "And we'll put steam heat in the little house. You know, Robert, we've always wanted to," Nan's mother suddenly said one evening as they all sat around the reading lamp, and quite apropos of nothing at all. Then she laughed, flushing prettily. "There! You see what my mind runs on.
Ten thousand dollars would certainly be a fortune for us; fifty thousand is beyond the dreams of avarice." "Oh, dear me!" said Nan weakly. But Mrs. Sherwood merely laughed again. "The more the better," she said. "Why shouldn't we be able to put fifty thousand dollars to good use?" "Oh, we can, Momsey," said Nan eagerly. "But, will we be let?" Mr.
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