Comstock.
"You heard Wesley say so," proudly affirmed Mrs. Sinton.
"I want to make you a proposition," said Wesley. "Wait till Elnora
comes. Then we'll show her the things and see what she says."
"How would it do to see what she says without bribing her," sneered Mrs.
Comstock.
"If she can stand what she did yesterday, and will to-day, she can bear
'most anything," said Wesley. "Put away the clothes if you want to, till
we tell her."
"Well, you don't take this waist I'm working on," said Margaret, "for
I have to baste in the sleeves and set the collar. Put the rest out of
sight if you like."
Mrs. Comstock picked up the basket and bundles, placed them inside her
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.
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