on rests with me I propose to be very sure
that it is the one who deserves such hard luck."

The next morning Philip came early, dressed in the outing clothing he
had worn the previous summer, and aside from a slight paleness seemed
very much the same as when he left. Elnora met him on the old footing,
and for a week life went on exactly as it had the previous summer. Mrs.
Comstock made mental notes and watched in silence. She could see that
Elnora was on a strain, though she hoped Philip would not. The girl grew
restless as the week drew to a close. Once when the gate clicked she
suddenly lost colour and moved nervously. Billy came down the walk.

Philip leaned toward Mrs. Comstock and said: "I am expressly forbidden
to speak to Elnora as I would like. Would you mind telling her for me
that I had a letter from my father this morning saying that Miss Carr is
on her way to Europe for the summer?"

"Elnora," said Mrs. Comstock promptly, "I have just heard that Carr
woman is on her way to Europe, and I wish to my gracious stars she'd
stay there!"

Philip Ammon shouted, but Elnora arose hastily and went to meet Billy.
They came into the arbour together and after speaking to Mrs. Comstock
and Philip, Billy said: "Uncle Wesley and I found something funny, and
we thought you'd like to see."

"I don't know what I should do without you and Uncle Wesley to help me,"
said Elnora. "What have you found now?"

"Something I couldn't bring. You have to come to it. I tried to get one
and I killed it. They are a kind of insecty things, and they got a long
tail that is three fine hairs. They stick those hairs right into the
hard bark of trees, and if you pull, the hairs stay fast and it kills
the bug."

"We will come at once," laughed Elnora. "I know what they are, and I can
use some in my work."

"Billy, have you been crying?" inquired Mrs. Comstock.

Billy lifted a chastened face. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "This has been
the worst day."

"What's the matter with the day?"

"The day is all right," admitted Billy. "I mean every single thing has
gone wrong with me."

"Now that is too bad!" sympathized Mrs. Comstock.

"Began early this morning," said Billy. "All Snap's fault, too."

"What has poor Snap been doing?" demanded Mrs. Comstock, her eyes
beginning to twinkle.

"Digging for woodchucks, like he always does. He gets up at two o'clock
to dig for them. He was coming in from the woods all tired and covered
thick with