"Yes, we must fish for a new position for papa. We may have to
go away from here. Perhaps rent the house. You know, we have
had good offers for it."

"True," admitted Mr. Sherwood.

"Oh, dear!" sighed Nan, but below her breath so that Momsey and
Papa Sherwood did not hear the sigh.

"I am going to write to Cousin Adair MacKenzie, in Memphis. He
is quite prominent in business there," pursued Mrs. Sherwood.
"We might find a footing in Memphis."

Mr. Sherwood looked grave, but said nothing. He knew that the
enervating climate of the Southern river city would never do for
his wife. Change of climate might benefit her greatly; the
doctors had all said so of late; but not that change.

"Then," continued Nan's mother, "there is your brother, Henry, up
in Michigan."

"Oh! I remember Uncle Henry," cried Nan. "Such a big, big man!"

"With a heart quite in keeping with the size of his body, honey,"
her mother quickly added. "And your Aunt Kate is a very nice
woman. Your uncle has lumber interests. He might find something
for your father there."

"I'll write to Hen, Jessie," Mr. Sherwood said decisively. "But