Miss Amesbury returned by and by and was so evidently pleased to see her that Agony concluded she must have been mistaken in fancying any coldness on her part during the last few days.

“I’ve a letter from Mary Sylvester,” Miss Amesbury said almost at once, “and because you are following so closely in Mary’s footsteps I’m going to read it to you.”  She smiled brightly into Agony’s sober face and paused to pat her on the shoulder before she fluttered over the pile of sketches to find the letter.

Agony sat limply, listening to the words she had read a few minutes before, despising herself thoroughly and wishing with all her heart that she had never come to camp.  Yet she forced herself to make appreciative comments on the interesting things in the letter and to utter sincere sounding exclamations of surprise at certain points.

“I’ve something to tell you that will please you,” said Miss Amesbury, after the letter had been put away.

“What is it?” asked Agony, looking up inquiringly.

“Someone you admire very much is going to visit Camp,” replied Miss Amesbury.

“Who?” Agony’s eyes opened up very wide with surprise.

“Edwin Langham.  He has been camping not very far from here and he is going to run down on his way home and pay Dr. Grayson a flying visit.  They are old friends.”

“Edwin Langham?” Agony gasped faintly, her head awhirl.  It seemed past comprehension that this man whom she had worshipped as a divinity for so long was actually to materialize in the flesh—­that the cherished desire of her life was coming true, that she was going to see and talk with him.

“Goodness, don’t look so excited, child,” said Miss Amesbury, laughing.  “He’s only a man.  A very rare and wonderful man, however,” she added, “and it is a great privilege to know him.”

“When is he coming?” asked Agony in a whisper.

“Tomorrow afternoon.  He is going to stop off between boats and will be here only a short time.”

“Do you suppose he will speak to me?” asked Agony humbly.

“I rather think he will,” replied Miss Amesbury, smiling.  “You see,” she continued, taking Agony’s hand in hers as she spoke, “it just happened that Edwin Langham was the man who sat under the tree that time you climbed up and rescued the robin.  He was laid up with blood poisoning in his foot at the time and he had been wheeled into the woods from his camp that afternoon.  His man had left him for a short time when you happened along.  He was the man who told about the incident down at the store at Green’s Landing, where Dr. Grayson heard about it later from the storekeeper.  Dr. Grayson did not know at the time that it was his friend Edwin Langham who had witnessed the affair, but in the letter Dr. Grayson has just received from Mr. Langham he gives an enthusiastic account of it, and says he is coming to camp partly for the purpose of meeting the girl in the green bloomers who performed that splendid deed that day.  So you see, my dear,” Miss Amesbury concluded, “I think it is highly probable that you will have an opportunity to speak to your idolized Edwin Langham.”