The
captain, sitting by her side, watched her in silence.
"It is too much for them to do," the girl at last murmured.
"Oh, not at all," the captain replied. "They are only lendin' ye the
money, and ye kin pay them back when ye git well and write that book of
yours."
"How lovely that will be!" and Whyn clasped her hands before her in
delight, something like her old manner. "It will take some time,
though. But I shall do it, and the first money I get shall go to the
scouts."
Suddenly an expression of anxiety came into her eyes as she fixed them
full upon the captain's face.
"What is it, little one?" he asked.
"But the scouts won't have enough money, will they?" she enquired.
"Hardly enough, Whyn. But a kind friend has given some to help out.
He doesn't want ye to know his name, and will it worry ye much if I
don't tell ye?"
"No, not at all. You have been so good to me that I have no right to
ask. Oh, I am so happy, and won't mamma be delighted when she hears
the news."
The day after Mrs. Sinclair's arrival, preparations were made for the
removal of the invalid girl. All knew that the trip would be a serious
undertaking, but they said nothing about this to Whyn.
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