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'O…o…o…h！' screamed Polly。 'There comes a piece of the floor。
They've sent it all made； in three pieces。 What fun！ We'll have it
all up and ready to sleep in before we blow the horn！'
'And here's a roll of straw matting；' said Phil； depositing a huge
bundle on the ground near the girls。 'I'll cut the rope to save your
teeth！'
'Green and white plaid！' exclaimed Bell。 'Well！ Mrs。 Howard did
have her wits about her！'
'Oh； do let me blow the horn！' teased the irrepressible Polly。
'Here are a looking…glass and a towel…rack and a Shaker rocking…
chair；' called Philip； 'guess they're going to stay the rest of the
summer。'
'Yes； of course they wouldn't want a looking…glass if they were only
going to stay a month or two；' laughed Bell。
'Dear Aunt Truth； if you won't let me turn a single decorous little
hand…spring； or blow the horn； or do anything nice； will you let us
use all that new white mosquito…netting？ Bell says that it has been
in the storehouse for two years； and it would be just the thing for
decorating Elsie's tent。'
'Why； of course you may have it； Polly； and anything else that you
can find。 There！ I hear Dicky's voice in the distance； perhaps the
girls are coming。'
Bell and Polly darted through the swarm of tents； and looked up the
narrow path that led to the brook。
Sure enough； Margery and Laura were strolling towards home with
little Anne and Dick dangling behind； after the manner of children。
Margery carried a small string of trout； and Dick the inevitable tin
pail in which he always kept an unfortunate frog or two。 The girls
had discovered that he was in the habit of crowding the cover tightly
over the pail and keeping his victims shut up for twenty…four hours；
after which； he said； they were nice and tameso very tame； as it
transpired； that they generally gave up the ghost in a few hours
after their release。 Margery had with difficulty persuaded him of
his cruelty； and the cover had been pierced with a certain number of
air…holes。
'Guess the loveliest thing that could possibly happen！' called Bell
at the top of her voice。
'Elsie has come；' answered Margery in a second； nobody knew why； 'let
me hug her this minute！'
'With those fish？' laughed Polly。 'No！ you'll have to wait until day
after to…morrow； and then your guess will be right。 Isn't it almost
too good to be true？'
'And she is almost well；' added Bell； joyfully； slipping her arm
through Margery's and squeezing it in sheer delight。 'Mrs。 Howard
says she is really and truly better。 Oh； if Elsie Howard in bed is
the loveliest； dearest thing in the world； what will it be like to
have her out of it and with us in all our good times！'
'Has she always been ill since you knew her？' asked Laura。
'Yes； a terrible cold left her with weakness of the lungs； and the
doctors feared consumption； but thought that she might possibly
outgrow it entirely if she lived in a milder climate； so Mrs。 Howard
left home and everybody she cared for； and brought Elsie to Santa
Barbara。 Papa has taken an interest in her from the first； and as
far as we girls are concerned； it was love at first sight。 You never
knew anybody like Elsie！'
'Is she pretty？'
'Pretty！' cried Polly； 'she is like an angel in a picture…book！'
'Interesting？'
'Interesting！' said Bell； in a tone that showed the word to be too
feeble for the subject； 'Elsie is more interesting than all the other
girls in the other world put together！'
'Popular？'
'Popular！' exclaimed Margery； taking her turn in the oral
examination； 'I don't know whether anybody can be popular who is
always in bed； but if it's popular to be adored by every man； woman；
child； and animal that comes anywhere near her； why then Elsie is
popular。'
'And is she a favourite with boys as well as girls？'
'Favourite！' said Bell。 'Why； they think that she is simply perfect！
Of course she has scarcely been able to sit up a week at a time for a
year； and naturally she has not seen many people； but； if you want a
boy's opinion； just ask Philip or Geoffrey。 I assure you； Laura；
after you have known Elsie a while； and have seen the impression she
makes upon everybody； you will want to go to bed and see if you can
do likewise。'
'It isn't just the going to bed；' remarked Margery； sagely。
'And it isn't the prettiness either；' added Polly； 'though if you saw
Elsie asleep； a flower in one hand； the other under her cheek； her
hair straying over the pillow （O for hair that would stray
anywhere！）； you would expect every moment to see a halo above her
head。'
'I don't believe it is because she is good that everybody admires her
so；' said Laura； 'I don't think goodness in itself is always so very
interesting； if Elsie had freckles and a snub nose'（'Don't mind
me！' murmured Polly）'you would find that people would say less
about her wonderful character。'
'There are things that puzzle me；' said Polly； thoughtfully。 'It
seems to me that if I could contrive to be ever so good； nobody ever
would look for a halo round my head。 Now； is it my turned…up nose
and red hair that make me what I am； or did what I am make my nose
and hair what they arewhich？'
'We'll have to ask Aunt Truth；' said Margery； 'that is too difficult
a thing for us to answer。'
'Wasn't it nice I catched that big bull…frog； Margie？' cried Dick；
his eyes shining with anticipation。 'Now I'll have as many as seven
or 'leven frogs and lots of horned toads when Elsie comes； and she
can help me play with 'em。'
When the girls reached the tents again； the last article had been
taken from the team and Manuel had driven away。 The sound of Phil's
hammer could be heard from the carpenter…shop； and Pancho was already
laying the tent floor in a small； open； sunny place； where the low
boughs of a single sycamore hung so as to protect one of its corners；
leaving the rest to the full warmth of the sunshine that was to make
Elsie entirely well again。
'I am tired to death；' sighed Laura； throwing herself down in a
bamboo lounging…chair。 'Such a tramp as we had！ and after all； the
boys insisted on going where Dr。 Winship wouldn't allow us to follow；
so that we had to stay behind and fish with the children； I wish I
had stayed at home and read The Colonel's Daughter。'
'Oh； Laura！' remonstrated Margery； 'think of that lovely pool with
the forests of maiden…hair growing all about it！'
'And poison…oak；' grumbled Laura。 'I know I walked into some of it
and shall look like a perfect fright for a week。 I shall never make
a country girlit's no use for me to try。'
'It's no use for you to try walking four miles in high…heeled shoes；
my dear；' said Polly； bluntly。
'They are not high；' retorted Laura； 'and if they are； I don't care
to look like aacow…boy； even in the backwoods。'
'I'm an awful example；' sighed Polly； seating herself on a stump in
front of the tent； and elevating a very dusty little common…sense
boot。 'Sir Walter Raleigh would never have allowed me to walk on his
velvet cloak with that boot； would he； girls？ Oh； wasn't that
romantic； though？ and don't I wish that I had been Queen Elizabeth！'
'You've got the HAIR；' said Laur