"Where is there another in
the neighborhood?"
"There is none within half a mile that I know of, except in the
saloons," was the reply.
"I can't go there," the girl said desperately. "And I must have a
telephone soon. Won't yours be fixed before long?"
"I hope so," said the druggist. "I've sent in a call for a repair man.
Can't you come back in an hour or two?"
"Yes, I think so," Helen said, turning to go. "I do hope it is
repaired then, because it's very important."
* * * * *
CHAPTER XVII.
HELEN DECLARES HERSELF.
Twenty minutes later Helen returned to her brother's home, her arms
loaded with cured meats, bread, a pie, some frosted cup-cakes, a glass
of jam, and a bottle of stuffed olives.
"There," she said, as she deposited her bounteous burden on the table.
"I couldn't get any tea or sugar or butter, but even without those we
can have quite a feast in a very short jiffy."
"I have some tea and some light brown sugar, which the children like
on their bread for a change after they've got tired of corn syrup,"
Mrs. Nash said.
"Good!" exclaimed Helen with genuine enthusiasm.
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