Wherein Elnora Has More Financial Troubles, and Mrs. Comstock Again Hears the Song of the Limberlost
The next night Elnora hurried to Sinton's. She threw open the back door and searched Margaret's face with anxious eyes.
"You got it!" panted Elnora. "You got it! I can see by your face that you did. Oh, give it to me!"
"Yes, I got it, honey; I got it all right, but don't be so fast. You can't have it before Saturday. It has been kept in such a damp place it needed gluing, it had to have strings, and a key was gone. I knew how much you wanted it, so I sent Wesley right to town with it. They said they could fix it good as new, but it should be varnished, and that it would take several days for the glue to set. You can have it Saturday."
"You found it where you thought it was? You know it's his?"
"Yes, it was just where I thought, and it's the same violin I've seen him play hundreds of times. It's all right, only laying so long it needs fixing."
"Oh, Aunt Margaret! Can I ever wait?"