Twice that afternoon, with aching head and empty stomach, she faced strange professors, in different branches.

Once she escaped notice; the second time the worst happened.

She was asked a question she could not answer.
"Have you not decided on your course, and secured your books ?" inquired the professor.
"I have decided on my course," replied Elnora, "I do not know where to ask for my books." "Ask ?" the professor was bewildered.
"I understood the books were furnished," faltered Elnora.
"Only to those bringing an order from the township trustee," replied the Professor.
"No! Oh no!" cried Elnora.

"I will have them to-morrow," and gripped her desk for support for she knew that was not true.

Four books, ranging perhaps at a dollar and a half apiece; would her mother buy them?
Of course she would not--could not.
Did not Elnora know the story of old.