A　Girl　of　The　Limberlost
  By　Gene　Stratton　Porter
  TO　ALL　GIRLS　OF　THE　LIMBERLOST　IN　GENERAL
  AND　ONE　JEANETTE　HELEN　PORTER　IN　PARTICULAR
  CHARACTERS
  ELNORA；　who　collects　moths　to　pay　for　her　education；
  and　lives　the　Golden　Rule。
  PHILIP　AMMON；　who　assists　in　moth　hunting；
  and　gains　a　new　conception　of　love。
  MRS。　COMSTOCK；　who　lost　a　delusion　and　found　a　treasure。
  WESLEY　SINTON；　who　always　did　his　best。
  MARGARET　SINTON；　who　〃mothers〃　Elnora。
  BILLY；　a　boy　from　real　life。
  EDITH　CARR；　who　discovers　herself。
  HART　HENDERSON；　to　whom　love　means　all　things。
  POLLY　AMMON；　who　pays　an　old　score。
  TOM　LEVERING；　engaged　to　Polly。
  TERENCE　O'MORE；　Freckles　grown　tall。
  MRS。　O'MORE；　who　remained　the　Angel。
  TERENCE；　ALICE　and　LITTLE　BROTHER；　the　O'MORE　children。
  A　GIRL　OF　THE　LIMBERLOST
  CHAPTER　I
  WHEREIN　ELNORA　GOES　TO　HIGH　SCHOOL
  AND　LEARNS　MANY　LESSONS　NOT　FOUND　IN　HER　BOOKS
  Elnora　Comstock；　have　you　lost　your　senses？〃
  demanded　the　angry　voice　of　Katharine　Comstock
  while　she　glared　at　her　daughter。
  〃Why　mother！〃　faltered　the　girl。
  〃Don't　you　‘why　mother'　me！〃　cried　Mrs。　Comstock。
  〃You　know　very　well　what　I　mean。　　You've　given　me
  no　peace　until　you've　had　your　way　about　this　going　to
  school　business；　I've　fixed　you　good　enough；　and　you're
  ready　to　start。　　But　no　child　of　mine　walks　the　streets
  of　Onabasha　looking　like　a　play…actress　woman。　　You　wet
  your　hair　and　comb　it　down　modest　and　decent　and　then
  be　off；　or　you'll　have　no　time　to　find　where　you　belong。〃
  Elnora　gave　one　despairing　glance　at　the　white　face；
  framed　in　a　most　becoming　riot　of　reddish…brown　hair；
  which　she　saw　in　the　little　kitchen　mirror。　　Then　she
  untied　the　narrow　black　ribbon；　wet　the　comb　and　plastered
  the　waving　curls　close　to　her　head；　bound　them　fast；　pinned
  on　the　skimpy　black　hat　and　opened　the　back　door。
  〃You've　gone　so　plumb　daffy　you　are　forgetting　your
  dinner；〃　jeered　her　mother。
  〃I　don't　want　anything　to　eat；〃　replied　Elnora。
  〃You'll　take　your　dinner　or　you'll　not　go　one　step。
  Are　you　crazy？　　Walk　almost　three　miles　and　no　food
  from　six　in　the　morning　until　six　at　night。　　A　pretty
  figure　you'd　cut　if　you　had　your　way！　　And　after　I've
  gone　and　bought　you　this　nice　new　pail　and　filled　it
  especial　to　start　on！〃
  Elnora　came　back　with　a　face　still　whiter　and　picked
  up　the　lunch。　　〃Thank　you；　mother！　　Good…bye！〃　she
  said。　　Mrs。　Comstock　did　not　reply。　　She　watched　the
  girl　follow　the　long　walk　to　the　gate　and　go　from　sight
  on　the　road；　in　the　bright　sunshine　of　the　first　Monday
  of　September。
  〃I　bet　a　dollar　she　gets　enough　of　it　by　night！〃
  commented　Mrs。　Comstock。
  Elnora　walked　by　instinct；　for　her　eyes　were　blinded
  with　tears。　　She　left　the　road　where　it　turned　south；　at
  the　corner　of　the　Limberlost；　climbed　a　snake　fence　and
  entered　a　path　worn　by　her　own　feet。　　Dodging　under
  willow　and　scrub　oak　branches　she　came　at　last　to　the
  faint　outline　of　an　old　trail　made　in　the　days　when　the
  precious　timber　of　the　swamp　was　guarded　by　armed
  men。　　This　path　she　followed　until　she　reached　a　thick
  clump　of　bushes。　　From　the　debris　in　the　end　of　a　hollow
  log　she　took　a　key　that　unlocked　the　padlock　of　a　large
  weatherbeaten　old　box；　inside　of　which　lay　several　books；
  a　butterfly　apparatus；　and　a　small　cracked　mirror。　　The　walls
  were　lined　thickly　with　gaudy　butterflies；　dragonflies；
  and　moths。　　She　set　up　the　mirror　and　once　more
  pulling　the　ribbon　from　her　hair；　she　shook　the　bright
  mass　over　her　shoulders；　tossing　it　dry　in　the　sunshine。
  Then　she　straightened　it；　bound　it　loosely；　and　replaced
  her　hat。　　She　tugged　vainly　at　the　low　brown　calico
  collar　and　gazed　despairingly　at　the　generous　length　of
  the　narrow　skirt。　　She　lifted　it　as　she　would　have　cut
  it　if　possible。　　That　disclosed　the　heavy　high　leather
  shoes；　at　sight　of　which　she　seemed　positively　ill；　and
  hastily　dropped　the　skirt。　　She　opened　the　pail；　removed
  the　lunch；　wrapped　it　in　the　napkin；　and　placed　it　in　a
  small　pasteboard　box。　　Locking　the　case　again　she　hid
  the　key　and　hurried　down　the　trail。
  She　followed　it　around　the　north　end　of　the　swamp
  and　then　entered　a　footpath　crossing　a　farm　leading　in
  the　direction　of　the　spires　of　the　city　to　the　northeast。
  Again　she　climbed　a　fence　and　was　on　the　open　road。　　For
  an　instant　she　leaned　against　the　fence　staring　before
  her；　then　turned　and　looked　back。　　Behind　her　lay　the
  land　on　which　she　had　been　born　to　drudgery　and　a
  mother　who　made　no　pretence　of　loving　her；　before　her
  lay　the　city　through　whose　schools　she　hoped　to　find
  means　of　escape　and　the　way　to　reach　the　things　for
  which　she　cared。　　When　she　thought　of　how　she　appeared
  she　leaned　more　heavily　against　the　fence　and　groaned；
  when　she　thought　of　turning　back　and　wearing　such
  clothing　in　ignorance　all　the　days　of　her　life　she　set　her
  teeth　firmly　and　went　hastily　toward　Onabasha。
  On　the　bridge　crossing　a　deep　culvert　at　the　suburbs
  she　glanced　around；　and　then　kneeling　she　thrust　the
  lunch　box　between　the　foundation　and　the　flooring。
  This　left　her　empty…handed　as　she　approached　the　big　stone
  high　school　building。　　She　entered　bravely　and　inquired
  her　way　to　the　office　of　the　superintendent。　　There　she
  learned　that　she　should　have　come　the　previous　week
  and　arranged　about　her　classes。　　There　were　many　things
  incident　to　the　opening　of　school；　and　one　man　unable　to
  cope　with　all　of　them。
  〃Where　have　you　been　attending　school？〃　he　asked；
  while　he　advised　the　teacher　of　Domestic　Science　not　to
  telephone　for　groceries　until　she　knew　how　many　she
  would　have　in　her　classes；　wrote　an　order　for　chemicals
  for　the　students　of　science；　and　advised　the　leader　of
  the　orchestra　to　hire　a　professional　to　take　the　place　of
  the　bass　violist；　reported　suddenly　ill。
  〃I　finished　last　spring　at　Brushwood　school；　district
  number　nine；〃　said　Elnora。　　〃I　have　been　studying　all　summer。
  I　am　quite　sure　I　can　do　the　first　year　work；　if　I　have
  a　few　days　to　get　started。〃
  〃Of　course；　of　course；〃　assented　the　superintendent。
  〃Almost　invariably　country　pupils　do　good　work。　　You　may
  enter　first　year；　and　if　it　is　too　difficult；　we　will　find
  it　out　speedily。　　Your　teachers　will　tell　you　the　list　of
  books　you　must　have；　and　if　you　will　come　with　me　I　will
  show　you　the　way　to　the　auditorium。　　It　is　now　time
  for　opening　exercises。　　Take　any　seat　you　find　vacant。〃
  Elnora　stood　before　the　entrance　and　stared　into　the
  largest　room　she　ever　had　seen。　　The　floor　sloped　to　a
  yawning　stage　on　which　a　band　of　musicians；　grouped
  around　a　grand　piano；　were　tuning　their　instruments。
  She　had　two　fleeting　impressions。　　That　it　was　all　a
  mistake；　this　was　no　school；　but　a　grand　display　of
  enormous　ribbon　bows；　and　the　second；　that　she　was　sinking；
  and　had　forgotten　how　to　walk。　　Then　a　burst　from　the
  orchestra　nerved　her　while　a　bevy　of　daintily　clad；　sweet…
  smelling　things　that　might　have　been　birds；　or　flowers；
  or　possibly　gaily　dressed；　happy　young　girls；　pushed
  her　forward。　　She　found　herself　plodding　across　the　back　of
  the　auditorium；　praying　for　guidance；　to　an　empty　seat。
  As　the　girls　passed　her；　vacancies　seemed　to　open　to
  meet　them。　　Their　friends　were　moving　over；　beckoning
  and　whispering　invitations。　　Every　one　else　was　seated；
  but　no　one　paid　any　attention　to　the　white…faced　girl
  stumbling　half…blindly　down　the　aisle　next　the　farthest　wall。
  So　she　went　on　to　the　very　end　facing　the　stage。
  No　one　moved；　and　she　could　not　summon　courage　to
  crowd　past　others　to　several　empty　seats　she　saw。
  At　the　end　of　the　aisle　she　paused　in　desperation；　while
  she　stared　back　at　the　whole　forest　of　faces　most　of　which
  were　now　turned　upon　her。
  In　a　flash　came　the　full　realization　of　her　scanty　dress；
  her　pitiful　little　hat　and　ribbon；　her　big；　heavy　shoes；
  her　ignorance　of　where　to　go　or　what　to　do；　and　from　a
  sickening　wave　which　crept　over　her；　she　felt　she　was
  going　to　become　very　ill。　　Then　out　of　the　mass　she　saw
  a　pair　of　big；　brown　boy　eyes；　three　seats　from　her；　and
  there　was　a　message　in　them。　　Without　moving　his　body
  he　reached　forward　and　with　a　pencil　touched　the　back　of
  the　seat　before　him。　　Instantly　Elnora　took　another　step
  which　brought　her　to　a　row　of　vacant　front　seats。
  She　heard　laughter　behind　her；　the　knowledge　that
  she　wore　the　only　hat　in　the　room　burned　her；　every
  matter　of　moment；　and　some　of　none　at　all；　cut　and　stung。
  She　had　no　books。　　Where　should　she　go　when　this
  was　over？　　What　would　she　give　to　be　on　the　trail
  going　home！　　She　was　shaking　with　a　nervous　chill　when
  the　music　ceased；　and　the　superintendent　ar