Sitting on the edge of the bed she thought for a few minutes and then suddenly buried her face in the pillow and again heaved with laughter.
Down the road plodded Margaret and Wesley Sinton.

Neither of them had words to utter their united thought.
"Done!" hissed Wesley at last.

"Done brown! Did you ever feel like a bloomin', confounded donkey?
How did the woman do it ?" "She didn't do it!" gulped Margaret through her tears.

"She didn't do anything.

She trusted to Elnora's great big soul to bring her out right, and really she was right, and so it had to bring her.