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"One second, mother," answered Elnora, throwing off the coat and hat, and closing the umbrella as she ran. There were several errands to do in a hurry, and then supper. Elnora chattered incessantly, Wesley and Margaret talked all they could, while Mrs. Comstock said a word now and then, which was all she ever did.
Elnora hurried from the city. She intended to get her lunch, eat it in the shade of the first tree, and then decide whether she would go back or go home. She knelt on the bridge and reached for her box, but it was so very light that she was prepared for the fact that it was empty, before opening it. There was one thing for which to be thankful.
Sinton saw her white, drawn face and comprehended. "I went to pay a debt and see about this opening of the ditch, Kate." "You said you were going to prosecute me." "Good gracious, Kate!" cried Sinton. "Is that what you have been thinking all day? I told you before I left yesterday that I would not need do that. And I won't! We can't afford to quarrel over Elnora. She's all we've got.
She cleaned dandelions with greater deliberation than they ever before were examined. It pleased her to think that if he had been a neighbour boy who had lain beside her every day of his life while she worked, he could have been no more at home. She liked the things he said, but she was proud that Elnora had a ready answer which always seemed appropriate. At last Mrs. Comstock finished the greens.
She had been presented with a quarter of a stale loaf of baker's bread, and a big piece of ancient bologna. "But don't you want this yourselves?" she asked in surprise. "Gosh, no! I mean ist no," said the boy. "We always have it. We got stacks this morning. Pa's come out of it now, and he's so sorry he got more 'an ever we can eat. Have you had any before?" "No," said Elnora, "I never did!"
"It's going to be a fair job to cut it out, but when it comes, it is not only beautiful, but worth a price; it will help you on your way. I think I'll put up my rod and hunt moths. That would be something like! Don't you want help?" Elnora parried the question. "Have you ever hunted moths, Mr. Ammon?" "Enough to know the ropes in taking them and to distinguish the commonest ones.
She avoided anything that possibly could stir bitter memories or draw deeper a line on the hard, white face. This cost many sacrifices, much work, and sometimes delayed progress, but the horror of that awful dream remained with Elnora.
It is simply indescribable when the ground is covered with snow, and the moonlight white." "It's about the best music we have," said Mrs. Comstock. "I wonder if you couldn't copy that and make a strong, original piece out of it for your violin, Elnora?" There was one tense breath, then "I could try," said Elnora simply. Philip rushed to the rescue.
"I wish you could realize how young you are," said Elnora. "I know women in Onabasha who are ten years older than you, yet they look twenty years younger. So could you, if you would dress your hair becomingly, and wear appropriate clothes." "I think my hair puts me in the old woman class permanently," said Mrs. Comstock. "Well, it doesn't!" cried Elnora.
She simply gave what she could afford, and the change was as welcome to those city girls accustomed to sodas and French candy, as were these same things to Elnora surfeited on popcorn and pie.
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