room and closed the door.

Margaret threaded her needle and began to sew. Mrs. Comstock returned
to her book, while Wesley fidgeted and raged inwardly. He could see
that Margaret was nervous and almost in tears, but the lines in Mrs.
Comstock's impassive face were set and cold. So they sat while the
clock ticked off the time--one hour, two, dusk, and no Elnora. Just when
Margaret and Wesley were discussing whether he had not better go to town
to meet Elnora, they heard her coming up the walk. Wesley dropped his
tilted chair and squared himself. Margaret gripped her sewing, and
turned pleading eyes toward the door. Mrs. Comstock closed her book and
grimly smiled.

"Mother, please open the door," called Elnora.

Mrs. Comstock arose, and swung back the screen. Elnora stepped in beside
her, bent half double, the whole front of her dress gathered into a sort
of bag filled with a heavy load, and one arm stacked high with books. In
the dim light she did not see the Sintons.

"Please hand me the empty bucket in the kitchen, mother," she said. "I
just had to bring these arrow points home, but I'm scared for fear I've
spoiled my dress and will have to wash it. I'm to clean them, and take
them to the banker in the morning, and oh, mother, I've sold enough
stuff to pay for my books, my tuition, and maybe a dress and some
lighter shoes besides. Oh, mother I'm so happy! Take the books and bring
the bucket!"

Then she saw Margaret and Wesley. "Oh, glory!" she exulted. "I was just
wondering how I'd ever wait to tell you, and here you are! It's too