"An' what would ye be
doin' in the wild country, with the black flies an' mosquitoes in the
height of their glory. They'd eat ye alive! An' the trailin'--why,
ye've never been outside a town in ye're life!"
"And that is just why I want to go outside one!" answered the girl.
"Please, Dad, take me with you. I can keep up on the trail, really I
can. Don't I play golf, and tennis, and paddle a canoe, and do
everything that anyone can do to keep themselves in shape? I bet right
now I can walk as far as you can in the woods or out of the woods. And
as for flies and mosquitoes, they won't eat me any worse than they will
you, and if worse comes to worst, I can plaster myself with that smelly
old dope you carry in that bottle--but I'd almost rather be eaten."
Old John grinned. "Well, I don't know. Maybe the trip would do ye
good. An' when ye get there ye may not find it so dull. Wentworth is
there an' he'll prob'ly show ye around."
"I don't need Captain Wentworth to show me around," she replied, and
McNabb was not slow to note her tone. "Of all people I ever met, I
think he's the biggest bore! I don't see what you hired him for."
Old John stared at her in amazement. "Why, it was on your own
recommendation--that, an' the fact that I found out he done some really
good work on the Nettle River project. But you asked me in so many
words to give him a job!"
"Well, if I did, I was an idiot," she replied.
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