"Did--did--"she faltered."Did you think you would wear that?""No.I thought I would telephone Ellen that there had been an accident and I could not come.I don't know yet how to explain.I'm too sick to think.Oh,do you suppose I can get something made by Tuesday,so that I can graduate?""Yes;and you'll get something on you to-night,so that you can lead your class,as you have done for four years.
Go to my room and take off that gingham,quickly.Anna,drop everything,and come help me."The Bird Woman ran to the telephone and called Ellen Brownlee.
"Elnora has had an accident.She will be a little late,"she said."You have got to make them wait.Have them play extra music before the march."Then she turned to the maid."Tell Benson to have the carriage at the gate,just as soon as he can get it there.
Then come to my room.Bring the thread box from the sewing-room,that roll of wide white ribbon on the cutting table,and gather all the white pins from every dresser in the house.But first come with me a minute.""I want that trunk with the Swamp Angel's stuff in it,from the cedar closet,"she panted as they reached the top of the stairs.
They hurried down the hall together and dragged the big trunk to the Bird Woman's room.She opened it and began tossing out white stuff.
"How lucky that she left these things!"she cried.
"Here are white shoes,gloves,stockings,fans,everything!""I am all ready but a dress,"said Elnora.
The Bird Woman began opening closets and pulling out drawers and boxes.
"I think I can make it this way,"she said.
She snatched up a creamy lace yoke with long sleeves that recently had been made for her and held it out.
Elnora slipped into it,and the Bird Woman began smoothing out wrinkles and sewing in pins.It fitted very well with a little lapping in the back.Next,from among the Angel's clothing she caught up a white silk waist with low neck and elbow sleeves,and Elnora put it on.It was large enough,but distressingly short in the waist,for the Angel had worn it at a party when she was sixteen.The Bird Woman loosened the sleeves and pushed them to a puff on the shoulders,catching them in places with pins.
She began on the wide draping of the yoke,fastening it front,back and at each shoulder.She pulled down the waist and pinned it.Next came a soft white dress skirt of her own.By pinning her waist band quite four inches above Elnora's,the Bird Woman could secure a perfect Empire sweep,with the clinging silk.Then she began with the wide white ribbon that was to trim a new frock for herself,bound it three times around the high waist effect she had managed,tied the ends in a knot and let them fall to the floor in a beautiful sash.
"I want four white roses,each with two or three leaves,"she cried.
Anna ran to bring them,while the Bird Woman added pins.
"Elnora,"she said,"forgive me,but tell me truly.Is your mother so poor as to make this necessary?""No,"answered Elnora."Next year I am heir to my share of over three hundred acres of land covered with almost as valuable timber as was in the Limberlost.We adjoin it.
There could be thirty oil wells drilled that would yield to us the thousands our neighbours are draining from under us,and the bare land is worth over one hundred dollars an acre for farming.She is not poor,she is--I don't know what she is.A great trouble soured and warped her.
It made her peculiar.She does not in the least understand,but it is because she doesn't care to,instead of ignorance.
She does not----"
Elnora stopped.
"She is--is different,"finished the girl.
Anna came with the roses.The Bird Woman set one on the front of the draped yoke,one on each shoulder and the last among the bright masses of brown hair.Then she turned the girl facing the tall mirror.
"Oh!"panted Elnora."You are a genius!Why,Iwill look as well as any of them."
"Thank goodness for that!"cried the Bird Woman.
"If it wouldn't do,I should have been ill.You are lovely;altogether lovely!Ordinarily I shouldn't say that;but when I think of how you are carpentered,I'm admiring the result."The organ began rolling out the march as they came in sight.
Elnora took her place at the head of the procession,while every one wondered.Secretly they had hoped that she would be dressed well enough,that she would not appear poor and neglected.What this radiant young creature,gowned in the most recent style,her smooth skin flushed with excitement,and a rose-set coronet of red gold on her head,had to do with the girl they knew was difficult to decide.The signal was given and Elnora began the slow march across the vestry and down the aisle.The music welled softly,and Margaret began to sob without knowing why.
Mrs.Comstock gripped her hands together and shut her eyes.It seemed an eternity to the suffering woman before Margaret caught her arm and whispered,"Oh,Kate!
For any sake look at her!Here!The aisle across!"Mrs.Comstock opened her eyes and directing them where she was told,gazed intently,and slid down in her seat close to collapse.She was saved by Margaret's tense clasp and her command:"Here!Idiot!Stop that!"In the blaze of light Elnora climbed the steps to the palm-embowered platform,crossed it and took her place.
Sixty young men and women,each of them dressed the best possible,followed her.There were manly,fine-looking men in that class which Elnora led.There were girls of beauty and grace,but not one of them was handsomer or clothed in better taste than she.
Billy thought the time never would come when Elnora would see him,but at last she met his eye,then Margaret and Wesley had faint signs of recognition in turn,but there was no softening of the girl's face and no hint of a smile when she saw her mother.
