"I thought you never would come," said Mrs. Comstock. "If you don't
hurry Mr. Ammon will be here before you are dressed."
"I forgot about him until just now," said Elnora. "I am not going to
dress. He's not coming to visit. We are only going to the woods for more
specimens. I can't wear anything that requires care. The limbs take the
most dreadful liberties with hair and clothing."
Mrs. Comstock opened her lips, looked at Elnora and closed them. In her
heart she was pleased that the girl was so interested in her work that
she had forgotten Philip Ammon's coming. But it did seem to her that
such a pleasant young man should have been greeted by a girl in a fresh
dress. "If she isn't disposed to primp at the coming of a man, heaven
forbid that I should be the one to start her," thought Mrs. Comstock.
Philip came whistling down the walk between the cinnamon pinks, pansies,
and strawberries. He carried several packages, while his face flushed
with more colour than on the previous day.
"Only see what has happened to me!" cried Elnora, offering her letter.
"I'll wager I know!" answered Philip. "Isn't it great! Every one in
Onabasha is talking about it. At last there is something new under the
sun. All of them are pleased. They think you'll make a big success. This
will give an incentive to work. In a few days more I'll be myself again,
and we'll overturn the fields and woods around here."
He went on to congratulate Mrs.
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