Soon after Elnora wrote to Philip:
DEAR FRIEND:
I am writing to thank you for the books, and the box of conveniences
sent me for my work. I can use everything with fine results. Hope I am
giving good satisfaction in my position. You will be interested to learn
that when the summer's work was classified and pinned, I again had my
complete collection for the man of India, save a Yellow Emperor. I have
tried everywhere I know, so has the Bird Woman. We cannot find a pair
for sale. Fate is against me, at least this season. I shall have to wait
until next year and try again.
Thank you very much for helping me with my collection and for the books
and cases.
Sincerely yours,
ELNORA COMSTOCK.
Philip was disappointed over that note and instead of keeping it he tore
it into bits and dropped them into the waste basket.
That was precisely what Elnora had intended he should do. Christmas
brought beautiful cards of greeting to Mrs. Comstock and Elnora, Easter
others, and the year ran rapidly toward spring. Elnora's position had
been intensely absorbing, while she had worked with all her power. She
had made a wonderful success and won new friends. Mrs. Comstock had
helped in every way she could, so she was very popular also.
Throughout the winter they had enjoyed the city thoroughly, and the
change of life it afforded, but signs of spring did wonderful things
to the hearts of the country-bred women.
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