They could not forget that, but for each other, they were alone in the world.

Thorpe delayed his departure from day to day, making all the preparations he possibly could at home.
Finally Helen came on him busily unpacking a box which a dray had left at the door.

He unwound and laid one side a Winchester rifle, a variety of fishing tackle, and some other miscellanies of the woodsman.

Helen was struck by the beauty of the sporting implements.
"Oh, Harry!" she cried, "aren't they fine! What are you going to do with them ?" "Going camping," replied Thorpe, his head in the excelsior.
"When ?" "This summer." Helen's eyes lit up with a fire of delight.

"How nice! May I go with you ?" she cried.
Thorpe shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, little girl.