account for the books, and things for which she would spend it. At last
she counted out what she needed for the next day, placed the remainder
in the farthest corner of the case, and locked the door. She then filled
the front of her skirt from a heap of arrow points beneath the case and
started home.




CHAPTER IV


WHEREIN THE SINTONS ARE DISAPPOINTED, AND MRS. COMSTOCK LEARNS THAT SHE
CAN LAUGH


With the first streak of red above the Limberlost Margaret Sinton was
busy with the gingham and the intricate paper pattern she had purchased.
Wesley cooked the breakfast and worked until he thought Elnora would be
gone, then he started to bring her mother.

"Now you be mighty careful," cautioned Margaret. "I don't know how she
will take it."

"I don't either," said Wesley philosophically, "but she's got to take it
some way. That dress has to be finished by school time in the morning."

Wesley had not slept well that night. He had been so busy framing
diplomatic speeches to make to Mrs. Comstock that sleep had little
chance with him. Every step nearer to her he approached his position