"Olga wanted to carry her, but the baby wouldn't let her--and she was crying, so----" Elizabeth's voice trailed off into silence. The doctor smiled at her again. Then suddenly he inquired in a gruff voice, "Well now, who's going to pay me for this job--you?" "_O!_" cried Elizabeth, her eyes suddenly very anxious. "I--I never thought of that. It was hurting her so--and she's so little--I just thought--thought----" Again she left her sentence unfinished. "What's her name? Who's her father?" the doctor demanded. Peggy answered, "Father's Jim Johnson. I guess mebbe he'll pay you--sometime." The doctor's face changed. He remembered when Jim Johnson's wife died a year before--he remembered the three children now. "There's nothing to pay," he said kindly, "only be careful how you pull your little sister around by the arms after this. Some children can stand that sort of handling, but she can't." "O, thank you!" Elizabeth's eyes full of gratitude were lifted to the old doctor's face as she spoke. He rose, and looking down at her, laid a kindly hand on her shoulder. "That camp's a good place for you. Stay there as long as you can," he said. "But don't lug a three-year-old a mile and a half again. You are hardly strong enough yet for that kind of athletics." They all filed out then, and Elizabeth put little Polly John into the soapbox wagon, kissed the small face, dirty and tear-stained as it was, and stood for a moment looking after the three children as they set off towards Slabtown. As they went on to the camp, Olga kept glancing at Elizabeth in silent wonder. Was this really the Poor Thing who could not do anything--who would barely answer "yes" or "no" when any one spoke to her? Olga watched her in puzzled silence. V WIND AND WEATHER Olga, sitting under a big oak, was embroidering her ceremonial dress, and, as usual, Elizabeth sat near, watching her as she worked. Olga did it as she did most things, with taste and skill, but she listened indifferently when Laura Haven, stopping beside her, spoke admiringly of the work. "I wouldn't waste time over it if I hadn't promised Miss Grandis to embroider it. She gave us all the stuff, you know," Olga explained. "It isn't wasting time to make things beautiful," Laura replied. "That is part of our law, you know, to seek beauty, and wherever possible, create it." She looked at Elizabeth and added, "You'll be learning by-and-by to do such work." There was no response from the Poor Thing, only the usual shrinking gesture and eyes down-dropped. Acting on a sudden impulse, Laura spoke again. "Elizabeth, the cook is short of helpers this morning, and I've volunteered to shell peas. There's a big lot of them to do. I wonder if you would be willing to help me." To her surprise Elizabeth rose at once with a nod. "Olga will be glad to have her away for a little while," Laura was thinking as they went over to the kitchen.