"What's the matter with you, Miss Arabella?"' Rod asked in surprise.
"I didn't know you were sick. I have been so busy with the scouts that
I haven't had time for anything else."

"Who are the scouts?" the invalid questioned. There was evidently
something taking place in the parish of which she had heard nothing,
and her curiosity was aroused.

Then Rod told her about the troop which had been formed, the club-room,
and the wonderful girl, to all of which Miss Arabella listened with
much interest.

"And do you mean to tell me that cranky old Captain Josh is looking
after the scouts?" she demanded.

"Sure. He's great," was the reply.

"Well, I declare!" and Miss Arabella leaned back against the pillow as
if exhausted by the idea.

"I wish you could see Whyn," and Rod gave a little sigh. "She'd do you
a whole lot of good."

"Do me good! In what way, I'd like to know? I guess it would take
more than her to make me better."

"But she is so jolly," Rod explained. "Her eyes are laughing all the
time, and she is never cross."

"Humph!" and the invalid gave her head a toss. "If she had to put up