"It's as big a temptation as I ever
had. Go on!"
"That's all," said Elnora. "You can finish. The moths are done. I am
going hunting for whatever I can find for the grades."
"Wait a minute," begged Philip. "I am going, too."
"No. You stay with mother and finish your letter."
"It is done. I couldn't add anything to that."
"Very well! Sign your name and come on. But I forgot to tell you all
the bargain. Maybe you won't send the letter when you hear that. The
remainder is that you show me the reply to my part of it."
"Oh, that's easy! I wouldn't have the slightest objection to showing you
the whole letter."
He signed his name, folded the sheets and slipped them into his pocket.
"Where are we going and what do we take?"
"Will you go, mother?" asked Elnora.
"I have a little work that should be done," said Mrs. Comstock. "Could
you spare me? Where do you want to go?"
"We will go down to Aunt Margaret's and see her a few minutes and get
Billy. We will be back in time for supper."
Mrs. Comstock smiled as she watched them down the road. What a
splendid-looking pair of young creatures they were! How finely
proportioned, how full of vitality! Then her face grew troubled as she
saw them in earnest conversation. Just as she was wishing she had not
trusted her precious girl with so much of a stranger, she saw Elnora
stoop to lift a branch and peer under. The mother grew content. Elnora
was thinking only of her work.
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