She brooded over Elnora's possession of the forbidden violin and her ability to play it until the performance could not have been told from her father's.

She tried every refuge her mind could conjure, to quiet her heart and remove the fear that the girl never would come home again, but it persisted.

Mrs.
Comstock could neither eat nor sleep.

She wandered around the cabin and garden.

She kept far from the pool where Robert Comstock had sunk from sight for she felt that it would entomb her also if Elnora did not come home Wednesday morning.