Round Robin by Abbie Farwell Brown — Read

A fortnight went by, and "the Tenderfeet," as Dick called the newer campers, were growing used to camp ways which had seemed queer and hard to some of them at first. In all that time Anne received no letter from her father. But one day Tante did. She did not tell Anne this, but put the letter in her apron pocket and carried it to her favorite spot in the woods to read by herself.

The letter was dated from a place in Canada, and was signed by Mr. Poole. There were some mysterious words among the plain business matters mentioned in the letter. Mr. Poole was writing about the money to be paid for Anne's summer expenses at the camp. "It is a crisis with me," he wrote. "You'll understand before long, I guess. I'll be glad if you will keep Anne as long as you can; then I'll have to do something, I don't know what. I can't write to her, and my wife is all bound up in our little baby, of course. You can't expect much of her. She isn't very strong, and of course Baby has first claim on us. That word ‘_claim_' makes me sick anyway! I've got to harden my heart to everybody. You'll soon know what I mean."