Look at the exquisite work!" "Where could it have come from ?" cried Elnora.
She shook out a petticoat, with a hand-wrought ruffle a foot deep, then an old-fashioned chemise the neck and sleeve work of which was elaborate and perfectly wrought.

On the breast was pinned a note that she hastily opened.
"I was married in these," it read, "and I had intended to be buried in them, but perhaps it would be more sensible for you to graduate and get married in them yourself, if you like.

Your mother." "From my mother!" Wide-eyed, Elnora looked at the Bird Woman.

"I never in my life saw the like.

Mother does things I think I never can forgive, and when I feel hardest, she turns around and does something that makes me think she just must love me a little bit, after all.