Just when Margaret and Wesley were discussing whether he had not better go to town to meet Elnora, they heard her coming up the walk.

Wesley dropped his tilted chair and squared himself.

Margaret gripped her sewing, and turned pleading eyes toward the door.

Mrs.Comstock closed her book and grimly smiled.
"Mother, please open the door," called Elnora.
Mrs.Comstock arose, and swung back the screen.

Elnora stepped in beside her, bent half double, the whole front of her dress gathered into a sort of bag filled with a heavy load, and one arm stacked high with books.