"I can't get away this summer unless you do.

Why don't you camp somewhere nearer home, so I can go ?" Thorpe arose and kissed her tenderly.

He was extremely sorry that he could not spend the summer with his sister, but he believed likewise that their future depended to a great extent on this very trip.

But he did not say so.
"I can't, little girl; that's all.

We've got our way to make." She understood that he considered the trip too expensive for them both.
At this moment a paper fluttered from the excelsior.