Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp - or, the Old Lumberman's Secret by Annie Roe Carr
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"Oh, dear, yes! The worst of all!" cried Nan. "The yellow poster is up at the mills." "The yellow poster?" repeated her mother doubtfully, not at first understanding the significance of her daughter's statement. "Yes. You know. When there's anything bad to announce to the hands the Atwater Company uses yellow posters, like a small-pox, or typhoid warning. The horrid thing! The mills shut down in two weeks, Momsey, and no knowing when they will open again." "Oh, my dear!" was the little woman's involuntary tribute to the seriousness of the announcement. In a moment she was again her usual bright self. She drew Nan closer to her and her own brown eyes, the full counterpart of her daughter's, winkled merrily. "I tell you what let's do, Nan," she said. "What shall we do, Momsey?" repeated the girl, rather lugubriously. "Why, let's not let Papa Sherwood know about it, it will make him feel so bad." Nan began to giggle at that. She knew what her mother meant. Of course, Mr. Sherwood, being at the head of one of the mill departments, would know all about the announcement of the shut- |
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