She felt then that camping out was a complete
failure, and that she would be taken home forthwith if it could be
managed, since she saw nothing before her but day after day of close
confinement and unattractive personal appearance. 'It's just my
luck!' she grumbled, as she twisted up her hair and made herself as
presentable as possible under the trying circumstances. 'I don't
think I ever had a becoming or an interesting illness. The chicken-
pox, mumps, and sties on my eyes--that's the sort of thing I have!'
'I feel much worse, Mrs. Winship,' she said, going into the sitting-
room tent and waking Aunt Truth from a peaceful snooze. 'If you can
spare Pancho over night, I really think I must trouble you to send
Anne and me home at once. I feel as if I wanted to go to bed in a
dark room, and I shall only be a bother if I stay.'
'Why, my child, I'm sorry to have you go off with your visit
unfinished. You know we don't mind any amount of trouble, if we can
make you comfortable.'
'You are very kind, but indeed I'd rather go.'
'I hardly dare let you start in the hot sun--without consulting the
doctor, and everybody is away except Polly; they will feel badly not
to say good-bye.'
'It is nearly three o'clock now, so the worst of the sun is over, and
we shall be at the ranch by eight this evening. I feel too ill to
say good-bye, any way, and we shall meet Bell and Margery somewhere
on the road, for they were going to the milk ranch.
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