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"We make them out of hemlock, and club-moss. But I didn't know you could sell them." "You can in the city," Whyn explained, "for mamma told me so. They will bring from four to five cents a yard. Wouldn't it be great for us to make up a whole lot, say five hundred yards? Let me see, that would be twenty or twenty-five dollars. Just think of that!" and the girl's eyes danced with excitement.
No one in the whole parish of Hillcrest was more interested in what had taken place than Whyn. She was never tired of talking about the capture, and the winning the reward. It was a great letter which she wrote to Douglas, telling him all that had recently happened in the little Hillcrest world.
For an instant the old man looked keenly into the clear eyes of the boy standing before him, and a deep love for this manly chap entered his heart. "Sit down," he ordered, and his voice was husky. "So ye're interested in Whyn, eh?" "Oh, yes. I don't want her to die." "Neither do I, lad. Neither do I. But what are we goin' to do? Tell me that." "Help her, captain. The scouts can do it.
That she was delighted to come to the entertainment; that she was very fond of boys, and when they had asked her to come she had not the heart to refuse. How soft and pleasing was her voice, so Whyn thought. How nice she must be, and she longed to speak to her, and to look into her eyes. And to think that such a person had come all the way to Hillcrest to sing for her benefit!
"I wish you could see Whyn," and Rod gave a little sigh. "She'd do you a whole lot of good." "Do me good! In what way, I'd like to know? I guess it would take more than her to make me better." "But she is so jolly," Rod explained. "Her eyes are laughing all the time, and she is never cross." "Humph!" and the invalid gave her head a toss.
For about half an hour Miss Royanna stayed, but it seemed only a few minutes to the invalid girl. The rest went out and left them alone. It appeared to Whyn as if heaven had suddenly opened, and an angel in the form of this singer had come down. She felt perfectly at ease now, and talked freely, telling about herself and her mother.
I was left at the door of the rectory one night a long time ago when I was a little baby, and Mr. and Mrs. Royal have taken care of me ever since." "How lovely!" and Whyn clasped her thin white hands together. "Lovely! What do you mean?" "Oh, it's so romantic." "What's that?" "Just like you read about in stories.
They had all kinds of suggestions, but after they had been thoroughly discussed, they were found to be of little value. Some were too foolish, while others were beyond their power. It was Whyn who at last solved the problem. In reality, it was her mother who made the suggestion to her during her recent visit. The invalid was delighted, and could hardly wait for the scouts to come to see her.
Whyn greeted them with a bright smile, and held out her hand to each one in turn. "I can't talk much, boys," she began, "for I am very tired now. But I want to thank you all for what you have done for me. Be sure and keep the troop together. I want each one of you to write to me, and tell me all the news."
He now realised only too well what a mistake had been made with Alec, and he was determined that the same should not be the case with Rodney. The following days were very long ones to Rod. It seemed as if Wednesday would never come. He thought over everything Whyn had told him about the scouts, and wearied Mrs. Royal by telling her over and over again what he intended to do when the book arrived.
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