Margaret sat down and began sewing swiftly, and a little later opened the machine, and ran several long seams.
Elnora was back in a few minutes holding up her skirts and stepping daintily in the beautiful new shoes.
"Don't soil them, honey, else you're sure they fit," cautioned Wesley.
"They seem just a trifle large, maybe," said Elnora dubiously, and Wesley got down to feel. He and Margaret thought them a fit, and then Elnora appealed to her mother. Mrs. Comstock appeared wiping her hands on her apron. She examined the shoes critically.
"They seem to fit," she said, "but they are away too fine to walk country roads."
"I think so, too," said Elnora instantly. "We had better take these back and get a cheaper pair."
"Oh, let them go for this time," said Mrs. Comstock. "They are so pretty, I hate to part with them. You can get cheaper ones after this."
Wesley and Margaret scarcely breathed for a long time.
Then Wesley went to do the feeding, Elnora set the table. When the water was hot, Margaret pinned a big towel around Elnora's shoulders and washed and dried the lovely hair according to the instructions she had been given the previous night. As the hair began to dry it billowed out in a sparkling sheen that caught the light and gleamed and flashed.
"Now, the idea is to let it stand naturally, just as the curl will make it. Don't you do any of that nasty, untidy
