You can get yourself a good many clothes with it."
"Don't mention clothes, Uncle Wesley," sobbed Elnora, "I don't care now
how I look. If I don't go back all of them will know it's because I am
so poor I can't buy my books."
"Oh, I don't know as you are so dratted poor," said Sinton meditatively.
"There are three hundred acres of good land, with fine timber as ever
grew on it."
"It takes all we can earn to pay the tax, and mother wouldn't cut a tree
for her life."
"Well then, maybe, I'll be compelled to cut one for her," suggested
Sinton. "Anyway, stop tearing yourself to pieces and tell me. If it
isn't clothes, what is it?"
"It's books and tuition. Over twenty dollars in all."
"Humph! First time I ever knew you to be stumped by twenty dollars,
Elnora," said Sinton, patting her hand.
"It's the first time you ever knew me to want money," answered Elnora.
"This is different from anything that ever happened to me. Oh, how can I
get it, Uncle Wesley?"
"Drive to town with me in the morning and I'll draw it from the bank for
you. I owe you every cent of it."
"You know you don't owe me a penny, and I wouldn't touch one from you,
unless I really could earn it. For anything that's past I owe you and
Aunt Margaret for all the home life and love I've ever known. I know how
you work, and I'll not take your money."
"Just a loan, Elnora, just a loan for a little while until you can earn
it. You can be proud with all the rest of the world, but there are no
secrets between us, are there, Elnora?"
"No," said Elnora, "there are none.
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