"Wouldn't you----" "Elnora, hustle here a minute!" called Mrs.Comstock from the kitchen.
"I need you!" "One second, mother," answered Elnora, throwing off the coat and hat, and closing the umbrella as she ran.

There were several errands to do in a hurry, and then supper.

Elnora chattered incessantly, Wesley and Margaret talked all they could, while Mrs.Comstock said a word now and then, which was all she ever did.

But Wesley Sinton was watching her, and time and again he saw a peculiar little twist around her mouth.

He knew that for the first time in sixteen years she really was laughing over something.