They were of every colour and shape.
Mrs.Comstock caught her breath sharply.

When and where had Elnora found them?
They were the most exquisite sight the woman ever had seen, so she opened all the boxes to feast on their beautiful contents.

As she did so there came more fully a sense of the distance between her and her child.
She could not understand how Elnora had gone to school, and performed so much work secretly.

When it was finished, to the last moth, she, the mother who should have been the first confidant and helper, had been the one to bring disappointment.

Small wonder Elnora had come to hate her.
Mrs.Comstock carefully closed and replaced the boxes; and again stood looking around the room.