Rosa’s worry over a few extra pounds of fat now seemed simply babyish, but so it is with most personal appearance worries. They may mean much to a sensitive girl, but to others they are usually accepted as they should be, as matters of small importance. It is character that always matters most.
All this was clear to Rosa finally, and with it had come the lesson in self-restraint: no candy, the lesson in self-discipline: long walks, and284 the lesson in common sense: to be sincere. All of which had developed a surprisingly attractive Rosa, and in her laudable cousin’s efforts Nancy had enjoyed an active and interesting part.
It had been thrilling—those hunts on the islands, those escapades of Rosa’s—and it had been fun when the worry was over. As Nancy repeatedly insisted she would not be called smart, because she wasn’t any smarter than most girls; it was simply because Rosa had been so oddly different that Nancy’s plain common sense shone forth4.
The cousins now were affectionate chums indeed, for trouble and trials often bring forth the brightest flowers of true affection, especially where these troubles do not interfere5 with the rights of others and are strictly6 matters which belong in a girl’s world.
Having the little picnic proved a welcome change, and its success was marked by many pleasant memories of the children’s lovely time, besides the pleasure the report of the affair was sure to bring to Lady Betty.
285 There remained now but one more problem for the young girls to solve: they must reach Orilla and tell her that Margot had agreed to let her use her old room, under the grape vines, so that she would no longer be compelled to steal in and snatch a few precious moments in her coveted7 sanctuary8.
But where to find Orilla?
Leaving the station Dell drove the smallest of the fleet of cars, with Nancy and Rosa, to hunt for the girl. Inquiring at Mrs. Rigney’s they found Orilla’s mother in great distress9.
“Something must have happened,” she wailed10. “Orilla has not been home to-day and I’ve even had the little boys and girls searching the woods for her. Where can she have gone? Do you girls know anything about her?” she implored11, excitedly.
Nancy did not say that she too had expected to see Orilla, but the three girls assured the worried mother that they surely would locate her daughter, and once more they faced that almost continuous task of searching the woods.
286 Driving through the woodland roads at the rear of the lake front, was by no means as easy as sailing on its smooth waters, but this was the way the girls were now compelled to go.
“Those logs she cut down must have been for something,” Dell reasoned. “Have either of you found out what she did with those?”
“She intended to build a camp,” Rosa answered, “but I don’t know where. She was as secretive as a—fox.”
“She told me too she had a place in the woods, and spoke12 of loving the wilderness13 so much, but she never said anything to me about where it was,” Nancy also explained.
“Well, we’ll drive along toward Weirs,” Dell suggested. “But we can’t expect to get out onto the islands from the land side.”
Thus they journeyed in the late afternoon, over the rough hills, up and down, in and out, but among the camps picked out along the road, where summer folks had pitched their tents, no sign of Orilla was discovered.
“Could we hire a boat here at this landing and go along the water front?” Nancy suggested.287 “I feel we must have been near her place that afternoon we helped with the little trees.”
“Yes, we could do that,” agreed Dell. It was rather late for sailing parties, and the man in the sailor’s uniform literally14 jumped at the chance of taking them on his power boat.
“I believe she is on that island over there,” pointed15 out Nancy, “because when we were on the water that afternoon, I saw a flash of light in that clump16 of low pines.”
“A clue!” sang out Rosa gayly. “Depend upon Nancy to notice things. Tell the man to steer17 in there, Dell. And let’s hope for the best.”
Like the other islands this was small in area; and as the girls jumped ashore18 the boatman took out his “picture-paper” to look that over while he waited, for they all knew the search would take but a comparatively short time.
“Yes, she’s been here,” declared Rosa, almost as soon as she had stepped on land. “See these bushes? They’ve just been trampled19 down—”
288 “Here’s a regular path,” interrupted Nancy. “And see all these pieces of paper.”
“We are certainly on the trail,” agreed Dell. “Nancy, we’ll follow you; this was your clue, you know,” she pointed out tersely20.
Quietly they followed Nancy. The little path was leading some place, certainly, for it was marked out clearly in the heavy grass and undergrowth.
Suddenly Nancy stopped. She felt she was near someone, and the path was opening into a cleared spot that was faced around from the other side with the low scrub pine trees.
“Orilla!” she said, instinctively21.
“Nancy!” came a feeble, faint reply.
“Where—is—she!” demanded Rosa, close upon Nancy’s lead. “Oh, look!”
There she was, on a bed of pine needles, lying like an Hawaiian under the most picturesque22 hut. It was open on the side the girls were facing, but the thatched roof fell over the other sides in true tropical fashion.
“Orilla,” breathed Nancy, who was quickly289 beside the unhappy girl, “what has happened?”
“I’m sick, Nancy,” she replied, “too sick to walk and—and—I’ve been lying here—so long!”
“You want a drink, Orilla,” insisted Rosa, all excitement now. “Here’s your tin cup, but your water pail is—empty!”
“Yes. I couldn’t get to the spring—”
“The boatman may have some drinking water,” Dell suggested. “Give me the pail, Rosa.”
Immediately they set about to care for the sick girl, stifling23 their natural curiosity at the strange surroundings.
“Don’t go away, Nancy,” Orilla begged, as Nancy rose from her side to attend to something. “As I lay here I have been thinking of so many things. Just let me have a drink, Dell. Thank you for coming,” she said, noticing Dell Durand’s kind attention. “I’m not worth all this bother.”
“Hush,” ordered Nancy, “you don’t want290 us crying, do you? When folks talk that way—”
“It’s so like a funeral,” spoke up the impulsive24 Rosa, who was secretly looking over the hut, mystified and astounded25.
“You had better not talk now,” Nancy cautioned Orilla.
“Oh, I must; I’m not so very sick, just weak and worried, and I’ll be better when I’ve told you,” Orilla insisted. “Girls, this is the camp I was building,” she began. “You see, my father was a carpenter and I love even the scent26 of freshly cut wood.”
A smile twisted Rosa’s face at this, but she quickly conquered it. She had disastrously27 followed Orilla in her quest for freshly cut wood.
“Yes, I always carried home chips,” Orilla went on, having risen on her queer bed and settled her head against an uncovered pine pillow. “When I was very small I would follow the men who chopped the trees, to carry the chips home in my little sunbonnet. I have always loved new wood.”
291 “This place is wonderful,” Dell interrupted. “Just like a picture. I can’t imagine you building it all alone. You are really a genius at it, Orilla.”
“My arms are very strong—I suppose I’ve trained them to be,” Orilla said, “but Rosa helped me with the wood—”
“You bet I did,” exclaimed Rosa, “and my hands still bear the marks.”
“Well, you see,” the sick girl continued, “I know what an attraction a real hut in a real woods would be, and I’ve worked at this all summer. I was going to bring parties here—”
“We had one of them to-day,” burst out Nancy, and that remark brought on a hurried report of the party just held at Fernlode.
“You did that! You girls!” exclaimed Orilla, who was too surprised to lie still. She was shifting to a sitting position, her thick, bright hair hanging over her shoulders, adding the last touch to her tropical appearance under the thatched hut.
“Why, yes,” replied Nancy. “It was the292 best fun we had this whole summer. If we hadn’t been worrying about you—”
“Why should you have worried about me?” Orilla asked, seriously.
“Why shouldn’t we?” retorted Nancy.
“Feel better now, Orilla?” Dell inquired. “You see, we have a hired boat—”
“And we’ve got such glorious news, Orilla,” sang out Rosa. “You’re coming back to live at our house—”
“I’m—going—back!”
“To your own little room,” added Nancy, smiling. “It’s all fixed28. Margot thought it only fair—”
The color rushed back into Orilla’s cheeks as if it had been suddenly lighted there.
“My room! Back to my own—little—room!”
“These little girls are like fairies, aren’t they?” Dell interposed. “But not more magical than you have been, Orilla. This place is perfect. Good enough for a fancy picture!”
“If only my mother and her library friends could see it,” Nancy commented. “And293 where ever did you get these queer things? Just look at that East Indian water jug29. Isn’t it one, Orilla?”
“Yes. I found most of them in a curio shop. I think they came from an old seaman’s collection,” and the girl on the pine-needle bed smiled. “But how lovely it is to have someone see them besides me!” Orilla sighed. “I had planned this so long and made such a secret of it, I just didn’t seem to know how to tell anyone about it. But I’m so glad—now!”
“So are we,” declared Rosa. “And I’ll tell you, Orilla. You and I had best never have any more secrets. Nancy would find them out, at any rate, so what’s the use?”
“We must go,” announced Dell. “Orilla, do you feel strong enough to walk down to the boat?”
“Oh, yes, I’m much better. I guess I just fretted30 myself ill, and when I thought no help would come I sort of collapsed31.”
“Lean on me,” commanded Rosa grandly. “You’re going to live at our house now, so you294 will be my guest, sort of,” she said humorously.
“I can’t believe that,” demurred32 Orilla, and the puzzled look on her drawn33 face showed how surprised she really was.
Presently they were going toward the boat, Orilla leaning on Dell and Rosa, for she was quite weak and the rough path was not easy to traverse.
“You have fever,” Dell said gently. “If we had not found you, what would you have done?”
“Died perhaps,” Orilla answered, simply.
“But we were sure to find you,” Nancy insisted. “Don’t you hate to leave your rustic34 bower35? Even your room in Fernlode could never be as lovely as that camp. I’ve seen pictures like it in the Geographical36, but I never expected to visit one in reality,” she enthused.
“We’ll come back,” chanted Rosa, “and bring parties of our own. Won’t the boys howl?”
“Step in, please,” the boatman ordered, for295 they had reached the edge. “It’s getting late.”
Once seated in the boat the girls did what they could to make Orilla more presentable. They pinned up her hair, fixed the rough khaki blouse, and Nancy insisted upon contributing her tie, although Orilla protested that a tie was not necessary for her to wear, she never did so, she declared. But the bright little tie improved her looks, they were all quite positive of that.
The transfer from boat to auto37 was made easily, as Orilla, who was perhaps more frightened at finding herself ill and being alone in the camp than actually sick, seemed much better and expressed keen interest in all the girls’ prattle38.
“Like a real story,” Nancy thrilled. “I’ll have to tell it hundreds of times to Ted3, I know,” she laughed happily, for she expected soon to have that welcome privilege.
“Don’t let’s stop at your mother’s now,” proposed Rosa. “We can come straight back and fetch her up after you get installed,296 Orilla. Margot has been frightfully busy, but she promised to have the room aired and everything,” she added sagely39.
This plan was quickly agreed upon, and when Dell drew her car up alongside of the porch, Orilla seemed almost too dazed to step out.
“Home, James!” joked Rosa, jumping around gayly. “Fernlode is going to have three girls now instead of just me.”
“But I’ll soon be going home,” Nancy told her, while they all, including Dell, marched along the porch with Orilla.
“Don’t mention it, Nancy,” begged Rosa. “If I weren’t going to school I wouldn’t let you go. This way, Orilla. We’re going in the front door this time.”
“Please don’t, I would so much rather not,” murmured Orilla. “I love the way I’ve always gone in—and—I’m sort of nervous, you know.”
“Orilla’s right, Rosa,” Dell replied. “It’s much better just to get her quietly into bed.297 Don’t make the least fuss—” she cautioned aside to the two eager girls.
“Thanks,” sighed Orilla. “You see, I can’t help feeling a little guilty, Rosa. I did fool you an awful lot.” There was the flash of a smile with this admission.
“Not such an awful lot, either,” Rosa defended herself, “for all the exercise was surely good for me. See how frail40 and fairy-like I am!” and she attempted a little demonstration41.
“Just open that door, will you?” Nancy ordered. “We’ll admire you some other time, dear.”
Dell had hurried inside to bring the news quietly to Margot, and to tell her of Orilla’s weakened condition. Promptly and in her own capable way, Margot slipped into the hidden room, quite as if its blinds had not been closed for so long, or as if the mustiness she had fought for two days to conquer, were merely a new brand of natural perfume.
It took but a few minutes to install Orilla in her bed, which had been made fresh and comfortable,298 and upon Margot’s orders Rosa and Dell then withdrew.
They were really going for Dr. Easton, although they did not let Orilla know that. But Nancy stayed near the sick girl, who seemed still anxious to talk of her secrets.
“The money, you know, Nancy,” she said, when Margot had left for some fresh water. “I had saved that to buy the little lot next here.”
“Next here?” queried42 Nancy, again much perplexed43 at Orilla’s statement.
“Yes. There’s a strip of land adjoining this. It is only a fisherman’s place and he promised to sell it to me very cheap. I had almost enough money, and the fresh-air parties were to pay me more. But I won’t need it now. This is—so—much better,” and the sick girl sighed happily.
“You were trying so hard to get money to buy land near here,” Nancy repeated, beginning to understand Orilla’s struggles.
“Yes. It’s in the little brown bag, but half299 of it belongs to Rosa. She must have it back,” Orilla said firmly.
“But I’m sure she won’t take it—” declared Nancy.
“Then I’ll have to give it to mother. Poor mother, she has worked so hard,” Orilla sighed. “But this, having me here again, will surely make her happy.”
Dr. Easton found Orilla highly nervous, and privately44 he told Margot and Mrs. Rigney that the fancied injustice45 had so preyed46 upon the girl’s mind she had been unable, for the time being at least, to control her bitterness. This would now be removed and so her health would be sure to improve.
Mrs. Rigney had been brought back in the car, as the girls arranged, and in spite of her daughter’s illness they were all almost happy.
“It is her dream come true,” said Nancy to Rosa. “And she has just given her mother the brown bag with the money. She wanted to give you half.”
“I wouldn’t take a penny,” declared Rosa sharply. “I gave her that and it’s all hers.”
300 “That’s what I told her, Rosa,” Nancy replied. “You won’t miss me so much now, you’ll be so busy with all this,” she pointed out. “I had a letter from mother today—”
“You can’t go home—yet,” cried Rosa instantly. “You have got to be here when Betty and Dad come. You must know what they say when they see me—thin!”
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