But I wouldn't say anything to Elnora.

She better keep her mind on her studies, if she's going to school." When the work was finished that night Elnora took her books and went to her room to prepare some lessons, but every few minutes she looked toward the swamp to see if there were lights near the case.

Mrs.
Comstock raked together the coals in the cooking stove, got out the lunch box, and sitting down she studied it grimly.

At last she arose.
"Wonder how it would do to show Mag Sinton a frill or two," she murmured.
She went to her room, knelt before a big black-walnut chest and hunted through its contents until she found an old-fashioned cook book.

She tended the fire as she read and presently was in action.