Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp - or, the Old Lumberman's Secret by Annie Roe Carr
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down; but they would keep up the fiction that they did not know
it by being particularly cheerful when he came home from work. So Nan giggled and swallowed back her sobs. Surely, if Momsey could present a cheerful face to this family calamity, she could! The girl ran her slim fingers into the thick mane of her mother's coiled hair, glossy brown hair through which only a few threads of white were speckled. "Your head feels hot, Momsey," she said anxiously. "Does it ache?" "A wee bit, honey," confessed Mrs. Sherwood. "Let me take the pins out and rub your poor head, dear," said Nan. "You know, I'm a famous 'massagist.' Come do, dear." "If you like, honey." Thus it was that, a little later, when Mr. Sherwood came home with feet that dragged more than usual on this evening, he opened the door upon a very beautiful picture indeed. His wife's hair was "a glory of womanhood," for it made a tent all about her, falling quite to the floor as she sat in her low chair. Out of this canopy she looked up at the brawny, serious man, roguishly. "Am I not a lazy, luxurious person, Papa Sherwood?" she demanded. |
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