a
lumber camp is no place for you. Let's see, his mail address is
Hobart Forks, isn't it? Right in the heart of the woods. If you
weren't eaten up by black gnats, you would be by ennui," and he
chuckled.

"Goodness!" cried Mrs. Sherwood, making big eyes at him. "Are
those a new kind of mosquito? Ennui, indeed! Am I a baby? Is
Nan another?"

"But think of Nan's education, my dear," suggested Mr. Sherwood.

"I ought to work and help the family instead of going to school
any longer," Nan declared.

"Not yet, Daughter, not yet," her father said quickly. "However,
I will write to Hen. He may be able to suggest something."

"It might be fun living in the woods," Nan said. "I'm not afraid
of gnats, or mosquitoes, or, or on-wees!"

She chanced to overhear her father and Dr. Christian talking the
next day on the porch, and heard the wise old physician say:

"I'm not sure I could countenance that, Robert. What Jessie
needs is an invigorating, bracing atmosphere. A sea voyage would
do her the greatest possible good."

"Perhaps a trip to Buffalo, down the lakes?"