For a picture of perfect loveliness she scarcely could have been surpassed, and the eyes of Philip Ammon seemed to be in working order.
"Moth-er!" called Elnora.
There was an undulant, caressing sweetness in the girl's voice, as she sung out the call in perfect confidence that it would bring a loving answer, that struck deep in Mrs.Comstock's heart.

She never had heard that word so pronounced before and a lump arose in her throat.
"Here!" she answered, still cleaning dandelions.
"Mother, this is Mr.Philip Ammon, of Chicago," said Elnora.

"He has been ill and he is staying with Dr.Ammon in Onabasha.

He came down the creek fishing and cut this cocoon from under the bridge for me.

He feels that it would be better to hunt moths than to fish, until he is well.
What do you think about it ?" Philip Ammon extended his hand.