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“Good Heavens! You’re not in earnest?” “I think I am,” she said slowly. “I’d rather live in the woods with Percy and no ceremony than live without him anywhere in the world. And I’ll bet primitive man would have been wiped off the earth if he hadn’t had primitive woman to add her wits to his strength. If Percy only had a woman to help him!”

“My dear,” I said solemnly, “he has! He has, not one, but three!”

It took me some time to explain that Percy was not supporting a harem in the Maine woods; but when at last she got my idea and that the other two classed with me in beauty and attractiveness, she was overjoyed.

“But Percy promised not to ask for help,” she said suddenly.

“He needn’t. My dear, go away and stop worrying about Percy–he’s all right. When is the time up?”

“In three weeks.”

“I suppose father and the Willoughby person will come to meet him?”

“Yes, and all the fellows from the club who have put money up on him. We’re going to motor over and father’s bringing the physical director of the athletic club. He’s not only got to survive, but he’s got to be in good condition.”

“He’ll be in good condition,” I said grimly. “Does he drink and smoke?”

“A little, not too much. Oh, yes, I had forgotten!” She opened up a little gold cigarette case, which she took from her pocket, and extracted a handful of cigarettes.

“If you are going to see him,” she said, “you might put them where he’ll find them?”

“Certainly not.”

“But that’s not giving them to him.”

“My dear child,” I said sternly, “Percy is going to come out of these woods so well and strong that he may not have to work, but he’ll want to. And he’ll not smoke anything stronger than corn-silk, if we’re to take charge of this thing.”

She understood quickly enough and I must say she was grateful. She was almost radiant with joy when I told her how capable Tish was, and that she was sure to be interested, and about Aggie’s hay fever and Mr. Wiggins and the rabbit snares. She leaned over and kissed me impulsively.

“You dear old thing!” she cried. “I know you’ll look after him and make him comfortable and–how old is Miss Letitia?”

“Something over fifty and Aggie Pilkington’s about the same, although she won’t admit it.”

She kissed me again at that, and after looking at her wrist watch she jumped to her feet.

“Heavens!” she said. “It’s four o’clock and my engine has been running all this time!”

She got a smart little car from somewhere up the road, and the last I saw of her she was smiling back over her shoulder and the car running on the edge of a ditch.

“You are three darlings!” she called back. “And tell Percy I love him–love him–love him!”

I thought I’d never get back to the lake. I was tired to begin with, and after I’d gone about four miles and was limping with a splinter in my heel and no needle to get it out with, I found I still had the fungus message to the spring-wagon person under my arm.

It was dark when I got back and my nerves were rather unstrung, what with wandering from the path here and there, with nothing to eat since morning, and running into a tree and taking the skin off my nose. When I limped into camp at last, I didn’t care whether Percy lived or died, and the thought, of rabbit stew made my mouth water.

It was not rabbit, however. Aggie was sitting alone by the fire, waving a brand round her head to keep off mosquitoes, and in front of her, dangling from the spit, were a dozen pairs of frogs’ legs in a row.

I ate six pairs without a question and then I asked for Tish.

“Catching frogs,” said Aggie laconically, and flourished the brand.