never saw such beautiful quills in all my life. They match my new broadcloth to perfection. I've got to have that kind of quills for my hat. I never saw the like! Whose is it, and where did it come from?"
No one said a word, for Elnora's question, the reply, and her answer, had gone the rounds of the high school. Every one knew that the Limberlost girl had come out ahead and Sadie Reed had not felt amiable, when the little flourish had been added to Elnora's name in the algebra class. Elnora's swift glance was pathetic, but no one helped her. Sadie Reed glanced from the hat to the faces around her and wondered.
"Why, this is the Freshman section, whose hat is it?" she asked again, this time impatiently.
"That's the tassel of the cornstock," said Elnora with a forced laugh.
The response was genuine. Everyone shouted. Sadie Reed blushed, but she laughed also.
"Well, it's beautiful," she said, "especially the quills. They are exactly what I want. I know I don't deserve any kindness from you, but I do wish you would tell me at whose store you got those quills."
"Gladly!" said Elnora. "You can't get quills like those at a store. They are from a living bird. Phœbe Simms gathers them in her orchard as her peacocks shed them. They are wing quills from the males."
Then there was a perfect silence. How was Elnora to know that not a girl there would have told that?
"I haven't a doubt but I can get you some," she
