CHAPTER XXIII
"TIED TO TWO STICKS"
It was on the last day at camp that it happened. To Pollyanna it seemed such a pity that it should have happened at all, for it was the first cloud to bring a shadow of regret and unhappiness to her heart during the whole trip, and she found herself futilely sighing:
"I wish we'd gone home day before yesterday; then it wouldn't have happened."
But they had not gone home "day before yesterday," and it had happened; and this was the manner of it.
Early in the morning of that last day they had all started on a two-mile tramp to "the Basin."
"We'll have one more bang-up fish dinner before we go," Jimmy had said. And the rest had joyfully agreed.
With luncheon and fishing tackle, therefore, they had made an early start. Laughing and calling gaily to each other they followed the narrow path through the woods, led by Jimmy, who best knew the way.
At first, close behind Jimmy had walked Pollyanna; but gradually she had fallen back with Jamie, who was last in the line: Pollyanna had thought she detected on Jamie's face the expression which she had
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