CHAPTER XII.
Days passed.
Every morning Helen awoke with a wondering question as to what this day would bring forth, especially with regard to possible news from her uncle.

It must come sometime and she was anxious for it.

Something about this simple, wild camp life had begun to grip her.

She found herself shirking daily attention to the clothes she had brought West.

They needed it, but she had begun to see how superficial they really were.
On the other hand, camp-fire tasks had come to be a pleasure.