Margaret. "Maybe Elnora had rather not bother with you."
"There's no reason on earth why Billy should not come!" cried Elnora, and Wesley smiled again.
"I must hurry home and get my dinner or I won't be ready," she added.
Hastening down the road with glowing face she entered the cabin.
"I thought you never would come," said Mrs. Comstock. "If you don't hurry Mr. Ammon will be here before you get dressed."
"I forgot about him until just now," said Elnora. "I am not going to dress. He's not coming to visit. We are only going to the woods for more specimens. I can't wear anything that requires care. The limbs take the most dreadful liberties with hair and clothing."
Mrs. Comstock opened her lips, looked at Elnora and closed them. In her heart she was pleased that the girl was so interested in her work that she had forgotten Philip Ammon's coming. But it did seem to her that such a pleasant young man should have been greeted by a girl in a fresh dress. "If she isn't disposed to primp at the coming of a man, heaven forbid that I should be the one to start her," thought Mrs. Comstock. So she did the primping in honour of the occasion. It consisted of a fresh gingham dress and hair coiled a little more loosely than usual.
Ammon came whistling down the walk between the cinnamon pinks, pansies, and strawberries. He carried
