"We must
get at that backbone business at once. Let's race to the playhouse."
With the brood at her heels Elnora ran, and for an hour lively sounds
stole from the remaining spot of forest on the Island, which lay beside
the O'More cottage. Then Terry went to the playroom to bring Alice her
doll. He came racing back, dragging it by one leg, and crying: "There's
company! Someone has come that mamma and papa are just tearing down the
house over. I saw through the window."
"It could not be my mother, yet," mused Elnora. "Her boat is not due
until twelve. Terry, give Alice that doll----"
"It's a man-person, and I don't know him, but my father is shaking his
hand right straight along, and my mother is running for a hot drink and
a cushion. It's a kind of a sick person, but they are going to make him
well right away, any one can see that. This is the best place.
"I'll go tell him to come lie on the pine needles in the sun and watch
the sails go by. That will fix him!"
"Watch sails go by," chanted Little Brother. "'A fix him! Elnora fix
him, won't you?"
"I don't know about that," answered Elnora. "What sort of person is he,
Terry?"
"A beautiful white person; but my father is going to 'colour him up,' I
heard him say so. He's just out of the hospital, and he is a bad person,
'cause he ran away from the doctors and made them awful angry. But
father and mother are going to doctor him better. I didn't know they
could make sick people well.
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