three additions had been made to the bank book, carrying the total a
little past two hundred dollars. There remained the Indian relics to
sell on Saturday, and Elnora had secured the order to furnish material
for nature work for the grades. Life suddenly grew very full. There was
the most excitingly interesting work for every hour, and that work was
to pay high school expenses and start the college fund. There was one
little rift in her joy. All of it would have been so much better if she
could have told her mother, and given the money into her keeping; but
the struggle to get a start had been so terrible, Elnora was afraid to
take the risk. When she reached home, she only told her mother that the
last of the things had been sold that evening.

"I think," said Mrs. Comstock, "that we will ask Wesley to move that box
over here back of the garden for you. There you are apt to get tolled
farther into the swamp than you intend to go, and you might mire or
something. There ought to be just the same things in our woods, and
along our swampy places, as there are in the Limberlost. Can't you hunt
your stuff here?"

"I can try," said Elnora. "I don't know what I can find until I do. Our
woods are undisturbed, and there is a possibility they might be even
better hunting than the swamp. But I wouldn't have Freckles's case moved
for the world. He might come back some day, and not like it. I've tried
to keep his room the best I could, and taking out the box would make
a big hole in one side of it. Store boxes don't cost much. I will have
Uncle Wesley buy me one, and set it up wherever hunting looks the best,
early in the spring. I would feel safer at home."

"Shall we do the work or have supper first?"