ing weeds. My, but you
got to drop, and stick, and pull a lot before it's five dollars' worth."

"Would you like to come in and see Elnora's gifts?"

"Yes, ma'am!" said Billy, trying to stand quietly.

"Gee-mentley!" he gasped. "Does Elnora get all this?"

"Yes."

"I bet you a thousand dollars I be first in my class when I graduate.
Say, have the others got a lot more than Elnora?"

"I think not."

"Well, Uncle Wesley said to find out if I could, and if she didn't
have as much as the rest, he'd buy till she did, if it took a hundred
dollars. Say, you ought to know him! He's just scrumptious! There ain't
anybody any where finer 'an he is. My, he's grand!"

"I'm very sure of it!" said the Bird Woman. "I've often heard Elnora say
so."

"I bet you nobody can beat this!" he boasted. Then he stopped, thinking
deeply. "I don't know, though," he began reflectively. "Some of them are
awful rich; they got big families to give them things and wagon loads of
friends, and I haven't seen what they have. Now, maybe Elnora is getting
left, after all!"

"Don't worry, Billy," she said. "I will watch, and if I find Elnora is
'getting left' I'll buy her some more things myself. But I'm sure she
is not. She has more beautiful gifts now than she will know what to
do with, and others will come. Tell your Uncle Wesley his girl is
bountifully remembered, very happy, and she sends her dearest love to
all of you. Now you must go, so I can help her dress. You will be there
to-night of course?"

"Yes, sir-ee! She got me a seat, third row from the front, middle
section, so I can see, and she's going to wink at me, after she gets her
speech off her mind. She kissed me, too! She's a perfect lady, Elnora
is. I'm going to marry her when I am big enough."

"Why isn't that splendid!" laughed the Bird Woman as she hurried
upstairs.

"Dear!" she called. "Here is another gift for you."

Elnora was half disrobed as she took the package and, sitting on a
couch, opened it. The Bird Woman bent over her and tested the fabric
with her fingers.

"Why, bless my soul!" she cried. "Hand-woven, hand-embroidered linen,
fine as silk. It's priceless' I haven't seen such things in years. My
mother had garments like those when I was a child, but my sisters had
them cut up for collars, belts, and fancy waists while I was small. Look
at the exquisite work!"

"Where could it have come from?" cried Elnora.

She shook out a petticoat, with a hand-wrought r