Again Elnora was in trouble, and this time it seemed the worst of all.
It was dark when she arose and went home.
"Mother," she said, "I have a piece of news that is decidedly not cheerful." "Then keep it to yourself!" said Mrs.Comstock.

"I think I have enough to bear without a great girl like you piling trouble on me." "My money is all gone!" said Elnora.
"Well, did you think it would last forever?
It's been a marvel to me that it's held out as well as it has, the way you've dressed and gone." "I don't think I've spent any that I was not compelled to," said Elnora.
"I've dressed on just as little as I possibly could to keep going.

I am heartsick.

I thought I had over fifty dollars to put me through Commencement, but they tell me it is all gone." "Fifty dollars! To put you through Commencement! What on earth are you proposing to do ?" "The same as the rest of them, in the very cheapest way possible." "And what might that be ?" Elnora omitted the photographs, the gifts and the play.

She told only of the sermon, graduation exercises, and the ball.
"Well, I wouldn't trouble myself over that," sniffed Mrs.Comstock.