"
"Oh, I just love her Jack," said Cora warmly, "and if only this
other thing about her father comes right, I shall not in the least
regret the experience that brought us together. It is a great
story, Jack. You know we have still to rescue her father."
"The hermit?" he asked.
"Yes, an outcast, for some mysterious reason. But we shall soon
clear that up when Laurel is strong enough to be questioned. I feel
so much better," and she kissed him as if he and she were just the
babies they felt themselves to be on such occasions.
"Jack," she whispered, a little later, "I am just going to think it
is all right. You can count on me. I am not going to have nervous
prostration from so small a thing as to-night's happenings."
"Good, sis," and his second kiss was applause for her own. "Of
course, you are the brickiest kind of brick. And so is Laurel, a
Russet brick. Isn't she that?"
"Exactly that," and Cora started toward the room. "She will be a
perfectly dear girl when she gets back to civilized ways. Hush,
here she comes?"
"Cora," breathed Laurel, who now had on a robe that Belle insisted
had been made for her, though her own mother had ordered it for
Belle, "Cora, who was the man in the boat that was hurt?"
Wondering how the girl could have escaped overhearing the name
Peters, Cora replied:
"A fisherman I believe, but he may not have been much hurt.
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