Then Ammon took back the cocoon to smooth the edges.

Mrs.Comstock gave them one long look as they stood there, and returned to her dandelions.

While she worked she paused occasionally, listening intently.

Presently they came down the creek, the man carrying the cocoon as if it were a jewel, while Elnora made her way along the bank, taking a lesson in casting.

Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes shining, the bushes taking liberties with her hair.