It was salad, hot chocolate, and lovely things, and she wants to buy most every old scrap I ever gathered.

She wants dragonflies, moths, butterflies, and he--the banker, I mean--wants everything Indian.

This very night she came to the swamp with me and took away enough stuff to pay for the books and tuition, and to-morrow she is going to buy some more." Elnora laid the last arrow point in the pail and arose, shaking leaves and bits of baked earth from her dress.

She reached into her pocket, produced her money and waved it before their wondering eyes.
"And that's the joy part!" she exulted.

"Put it up in the clock till morning, mother.