"Every two days! Any girl who can't keep a dress clean longer than that is a dirty girl.

You'll wear the goods out and fade the colours with so much washing." "We'll have a clean girl, anyway." "Well, if you like the job you can have it," said Mrs.Comstock.

"I don't mind the washing, but I'm so inconvenient with an iron." Elnora sat late that night working over her lessons.

The next morning she put on her blue dress and ribbon and in those she was a picture.
Mrs.Comstock caught her breath with a queer stirring around her heart, and looked twice to be sure of what she saw.

As Elnora gathered her books her mother silently gave her the lunch box.
"Feels heavy," said Elnora gaily.