Elnora entered the kitchen softly and peeped into the sitting-room.

Mrs.Comstock sat in her chair holding a book and every few seconds a soft chuckle broke into a real laugh.

Mark Twain was doing his work; while Mrs.Comstock was not lacking in a sense of humour.

Elnora entered the room before her mother saw her.

Mrs.Comstock looked up with flushed face.
"Where did you get this ?" she demanded.
"I bought it," said Elnora.
"Bought it! With all the taxes due!" "I paid for it out of my Indian money, mother," said Elnora.