Wherein Wesley and Margaret Go Shopping, and Elnora's Wardrobe Is Replenished
Wesley Sinton walked down the road a half-mile and turned in at the lane leading to his home. His heart was hot and filled with indignation. He had told Elnora he did not blame her mother, but he did. His wife met him at the door.
"Did you see anything of Elnora, Wesley?" she questioned.
"Most too much, Maggie," he answered. "What do you say to going to town? There's a few things has to be got right away?"
"Where did you see her, Wesley?""Along the old Limberlost trail, my girl, torn to pieces sobbing. Her courage always has been fine, but the thing she met to-day was too much for her. We ought to have known better than to let her go that way. It wasn't only clothes; there were books, and entrance fees for out-of-town people, that she didn't know about; while there must have been jeers, whispers, and laughing. Maggie, I feel as if I'd been a traitor to those girls of ours. I ought to have gone in and seen about this school business.