"It seems as if secrecy is literally forced upon me, and I hate it.

What shall I do for lunch?
I'll have to sell my arrows and keep enough money for a restaurant sandwich." So she walked hurriedly into town, sold her points at a good price, deposited her funds, and went away with a neat little bank book and the note from the Limberlost carefully folded inside.

Elnora passed down the hall that morning, and no one paid the slightest attention to her.
The truth was she looked so like every one else that she was perfectly inconspicuous.

But in the coat room there were members of her class.
Surely no one intended it, but the whisper was too loud.
"Look at the girl from the Limberlost in the clothes that woman gave her!" Elnora turned on them.

"I beg your pardon," she said unsteadily, "I couldn't help hearing that! No one gave me these clothes.