So she walked hurriedly into town, sold her points at a good price,
deposited her funds, and went away with a neat little bank book and the
note from the Limberlost carefully folded inside. Elnora passed down the
hall that morning, and no one paid the slightest attention to her.
The truth was she looked so like every one else that she was perfectly
inconspicuous. But in the coat room there were members of her class.
Surely no one intended it, but the whisper was too loud.

"Look at the girl from the Limberlost in the clothes that woman gave
her!"

Elnora turned on them. "I beg your pardon," she said unsteadily, "I
couldn't help hearing that! No one gave me these clothes. I paid for
them myself."

Some one muttered, "Pardon me," but incredulous faces greeted her.

Elnora felt driven. "Aunt Margaret selected them, and she meant to give
them to me," she explained, "but I wouldn't take them. I paid for them
myself." There was silence.

"Don't you believe me?" panted Elnora.

"Really, it is none of our affair," said another girl. "Come on, let's
go."

Elnora stepped before the girl who had spoken. "You have made this your
affair," she said, "because you told a thing which was not true. No one
gave me what I am wearing. I paid for my clothes myself with money I
earned selling moths to the Bird Woman. I just came from the bank where