was noiseless on the soft, black earth, and soon she came close enough
to see Elnora. Mrs. Comstock stood looking at the girl in troubled
uncertainty. Not knowing what to say, at last she turned and went back
to the cabin.

Noon came and she prepared dinner, calling, as she always did, when
Elnora was in the garden, but she got no response, and the girl did not
come. A little after one o'clock Margaret stopped at the gate.

"Elnora has changed her mind. She is not going," called Mrs. Comstock.

She felt that she hated Margaret as she hitched her horse and came up
the walk instead of driving on.

"You must be mistaken," said Margaret. "I was going on purpose for her.
She asked me to take her. I had no errand. Where is she?"

"I will call her," said Mrs. Comstock.

She followed the path again, and this time found Elnora sitting on the
log. Her face was swollen and discoloured, and her eyes red with crying.
She paid no attention to her mother.

"Mag Sinton is here," said Mrs. Comstock harshly. "I told her you had
changed your mind, but she said you asked her to go with you, and she
had nothing to go for herself."

Elnora arose, recklessly waded through the deep swamp grasses and so
reached the path ahead of her mother. Mrs. Comstock followed as far as
the garden, but she could not enter the cabin. She busied herself among