I have the utmost devotion to offer Elnora, a
good home, fair social position, and my family will love her dearly.
Think it over. I know it is sudden, but my father advised it."
"Yes, I reckon he did!" said Mrs. Comstock dryly. "I guess instead of
me being the catamount, you had the genuine article up in Chicago,
masquerading in peacock feathers, and posing as a fine lady, until her
time came to scratch. Human nature seems to be the same the world over.
But I'd give a pretty to know that secret thing you say you don't, that
set her raving over your just catching a moth for Elnora. You might get
that crock of strawberries in the spring house."
They prepared and ate supper. Afterward they sat in the arbour and
talked, or Elnora played until time for Philip to go.
"Will you walk to the gate with me?" he asked Elnora as he arose.
"Not to-night," she answered lightly. "Come early in the morning if
you like, and we will go over to Sleepy Snake Creek and hunt moths and
gather dandelions for dinner."
Philip leaned toward her. "May I tell you to-morrow why I came?" he
asked.
"I think not," replied Elnora. "The fact is, I don't care why you came.
It is enough for me that we are your very good friends, and that in
trouble, you have found us a refuge. I fancy we had better live a week
or two before you say anything. There is a possibility that what you
have to say may change in that length of time.
"It will not change one iota!" cried Philip.
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