"Put away the clothes if you want to, till we tell her." "Well, you don't take this waist I'm working on," said Margaret, "for I have to baste in the sleeves and set the collar.

Put the rest out of sight if you like." Mrs.Comstock picked up the basket and bundles, placed them inside her room and closed the door.
Margaret threaded her needle and began to sew.

Mrs.Comstock returned to her book, while Wesley fidgeted and raged inwardly.

He could see that Margaret was nervous and almost in tears, but the lines in Mrs.
Comstock's impassive face were set and cold.

So they sat while the clock ticked off the time--one hour, two, dusk, and no Elnora.