"Why will it take that
much?" they enquired.
"Specialists are expensive people," the captain explained. "I knew a man
years ago who went to one, and it cost him more'n that."
"But maybe he won't charge as much for a girl, especially when it's
Whyn?" Rod suggested.
"H'm, I guess that won't make any difference. Anyway, we must be
prepared, as our motto says. We've got to git more money, that's
certain, and how are we to do it?"
There was silence for a few minutes, as the scouts well knew from past
experience how hard it was to think of any plan to raise money quickly.
They realised that they could not expect to have such good fortune as
they had during the past year. It was Rod who broke the silence.
"I know what we can do," he began. "We can go through the parish, and
ask every person to give something. That's what the Ladies' Aid did when
they wanted to build that shed for the horses near the church."
"But how would Whyn like that?" the captain asked. "Wouldn't, it seem
too, much like beggin'?"
"It would be better, though, than letting her die," Rod insisted.
"Sure, sure," the captain agreed. "But I don't like the idea, fer all
that. Let's go home now and think of some other plan.
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