When she reached home, she only told her mother that the last of the things had been sold that evening.
"I think," said Mrs. Comstock, "that we will get Wesley to move that box over here back of the garden for you. There you are apt to get tolled farther into the swamp than you intend to go, and you might mire or something. There ought to be just the same things in our woods, and along our swampy places, as there are in the Limberlost. Can't you hunt your stuff here?"
"I can try," said Elnora. "I don't know what I can find until I do. Our woods are undisturbed, and there is a possibility they might be even better hunting than the swamp. But I wouldn't have Freckles's case moved for the world. He might come back some day, and not like it. I've tried to keep his room the best I could, and taking out the box would make a great hole in one side of it. Store boxes don't cost much. I will have Uncle Wesley buy me one, and set it up wherever hunting looks the best, early in the spring. I would feel safer at home."
"Shall we do the work or have supper first?"
"Let's do the work," said Elnora. "I can't say that I'm hungry now. Don't seem as if I ever could be hungry again with such a lunch. I am quite sure no one carried more delicious things to eat than I."
Mrs. Comstock was pleased. "I put in a pretty good hunk of cake," she said. "Did you divide it with any one?"
"Why, yes, I did," admitted Elnora.
"Who?"
