Part 64 (1/2)

”She's coming!” shouted Alice.

”She's going to be the doctor!” cried Terry.

”She looked just like she'd seen angels when she read the letter,”

explained Alice.

”She likes you 'heaps!' She said so!” danced Terry. ”Be waiting! Here she is!”

Elnora helped Little Brother up the steps, then deserted him and came at a rush. The stranger-person stood holding out trembling arms.

”Are you sure, at last, runaway?” asked Philip Ammon.

”Perfectly sure!” cried Elnora.

”Will you marry me now?”

”This instant! That is, any time after the noon boat comes in.”

”Why such unnecessary delay?” demanded Ammon.

”It is almost September,” explained Elnora. ”I sent for mother three days ago. We must wait until she comes, and we either have to send for Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret, or go to them. I couldn't possibly be married properly without those dear people.”

”We will send,” decided Ammon. ”The trip will be a treat for them.

O'More, would you get off a message at once?”

Every one met the noon boat. They went in the motor because Philip was too weak to walk so far. As soon as people could be distinguished at all Elnora and Philip sighted an erect figure, with a head like a snowdrift.

When the gang-plank fell the first person across it was a lean, red-haired boy of eleven, carrying a violin in one hand and an enormous bouquet of yellow marigolds and purple asters in the other. He was beaming with broad smiles until he saw Philip. Then his expression changed.

”Aw, say!” he exclaimed reproachfully. ”I bet you Aunt Margaret is right. He is going to be your beau!”

Elnora stooped to kiss Billy as she caught her mother.

”There, there!” cried Mrs. Comstock. ”Don't knock my headgear into my eye. I'm not sure I've got either hat or hair. The wind blew like bizzem coming up the river.”

She shook out her skirts, straightened her hat, and came forward to meet Philip, who took her into his arms and kissed her repeatedly. Then he pa.s.sed her along to Freckles and the Angel to whom her greetings were mingled with scolding and laughter over her wind-blown hair.

”No doubt I'm a precious spectacle!” she said to the Angel. ”I saw your pa a little before I started, and he sent you a note. It's in my satchel. He said he was coming up next week. What a lot of people there are in this world! And what on earth are all of them laughing about? Did none of them ever hear of sickness, or sorrow, or death? Billy, don't you go to playing Indian or chasing woodchucks until you get out of those clothes. I promised Margaret I'd bring back that suit good as new.”

Then the O'More children came crowding to meet Elnora's mother.

”Merry Christmas!” cried Mrs. Comstock, gathering them in. ”Got everything right here but the tree, and there seems to be plenty of them a little higher up. If this wind would stiffen just enough more to blow away the people, so one could see this place, I believe it would be right decent looking.”

”See here,” whispered Elnora to Philip. ”You must fix this with Billy. I can't have his trip spoiled.”

”Now, here is where I dust the rest of 'em!” complacently remarked Mrs. Comstock, as she climbed into the motor car for her first ride, in company with Philip and Little Brother. ”I have been the one to trudge the roads and hop out of the way of these things for quite a spell.”

She sat very erect as the car rolled into the broad main avenue, where only stray couples were walking. Her eyes began to twinkle and gleam.

Suddenly she leaned forward and touched the driver on the shoulder.