Sprawled on his favorite bearskin in the Harkness living room, Tammie
dreamed a dog's good dreams and his paws twitched with excitement as he
lived again some old adventure. Al, sitting in front of the fireplace,
studied the bed of glowing coals within it as though they were as
fascinating as the first coals he had ever seen. Sitting at the table
with a pen in his hand, a pile of fresh paper on one side and a pile of
crumpled sheets on the other, Ted was busy writing.
He laid the pen down, picked up what he had just written and frowned
over it. Making a motion to crumple this paper too, he thought better of
it and called, "How's this, Dad? 'For Rent, furnished camp in the
Mahela. Bunks for eight. Forty-five dollars a week in small game season,
sixty in deer season. Available for season. Ted Harkness, R.D. 2,
Lorton.'"