"
"What a letter I shall write to Douglas," the girl replied, as she
clasped her hands together. "Isn't it great, the many wonderful things
I have to write about!"
"And I shall write to Miss Royanna," Rod declared. "I know she will
like to hear about that bear, though she will be so sorry that the
captain got hurt."
"And will you write to your mother?" Whyn asked.
"Yes, I suppose so. But I don't know whether she's interested in bears
or not. But I know that Miss Royanna is, for she's interested in
everything. Say, Whyn," and Rod lowered his voice, "I wish she was my
mother; wouldn't it be great?"
"Oh, Rod!" and the girl looked her astonishment.
"There, I knew you'd say that. But I can't help it. I don't know my
mother, and how can I love some one I have never seen? I suppose
she'll land here some day and take me away. She said that she was
coming last summer, but she put it off, lucky for me."
After the excitement over the bear had somewhat subsided, the scouts
settled down to the work of making wreaths. For awhile this was
carried on in the kitchen of the Anchorage, as the captain wished to be
on hand, and to give what assistance he could. It was several weeks
before he was able to bear his foot to the ground, and this was a most
trying time to him.
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