"Elnora has changed her mind. She is not going," called Mrs. Comstock.
She felt that she hated Margaret as she hitched her horse and came up
the walk instead of driving on.
"You must be mistaken," said Margaret. "I was going on purpose for her.
She asked me to take her. I had no errand. Where is she?"
"I will call her," said Mrs. Comstock.
She followed the path again, and this time found Elnora sitting on the
log. Her face was swollen and discoloured, and her eyes red with crying.
She paid no attention to her mother.
"Mag Sinton is here," said Mrs. Comstock harshly. "I told her you had
changed your mind, but she said you asked her to go with you, and she
had nothing to go for herself."
Elnora arose, recklessly waded through the deep swamp grasses and so
reached the path ahead of her mother. Mrs. Comstock followed as far as
the garden, but she could not enter the cabin. She busied herself among
the vegetables, barely looking up when the back-door screen slammed
noisily. Margaret Sinton approached colourless, her eyes so angry that
Mrs. Comstock shrank back.
"What's the matter with Elnora's face?" demanded Margaret.
Mrs. Comstock made no reply.
"You struck her, did you?"
"I thought you wasn't blind!"
"I have been, for twenty long years now, Kate Comstock," said Margaret
Sinton, "but my eyes are open at last. What I see is that I've done you
no good and Elnora a big wrong. I had an idea that it would kill you to
know, but I guess you are tough enough to stand anything.
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