with　the　crowd　of　girls　in　her　class；　and　it　was　their
  custom　in　passing　through　the　business　part　of　the　city
  to　stop　at　the　confectioners'　and　take　turns　in　treating
  to　expensive　candies；　ice　cream　sodas；　hot　chocolate；　or
  whatever　they　fancied。　　When　first　Elnora　was　asked　she
  accepted　without　understanding。　　The　second　time　she
  went　because　she　seldom　had　tasted　these　things；　and
  they　were　so　delicious　she　could　not　resist。　　After　that
  she　went　because　she　knew　all　about　it；　and　had　decided
  to　go。
  She　had　spent　half　an　hour　on　the　log　beside　the　trail
  in　deep　thought　and　had　arrived　at　her　conclusions。
  She　worked　harder　than　usual　for　the　next　week；　but　she
  seemed　to　thrive　on　work。　　It　was　October　and　the　red
  leaves　were　falling　when　her　first　time　came　to　treat。
  As　the　crowd　flocked　down　the　broad　walk　that　night
  Elnora　called；　〃Girls；　it's　my　treat　to…night！　　Come　on！〃
  She　led　the　way　through　the　city　to　the　grocery　they
  patronized　when　they　had　a　small　spread；　and　entering
  came　out　with　a　basket；　which　she　carried　to　the　bridge
  on　her　home　road。　　There　she　arranged　the　girls　in　two
  rows　on　the　cement　abutments　and　opening　her　basket
  she　gravely　offered　each　girl　an　exquisite　little　basket　of
  bark；　lined　with　red　leaves；　in　one　end　of　which　nestled　a
  juicy　big　red　apple　and　in　the　other　a　spicy　doughnut　not
  an　hour　from　Margaret　Sinton's　frying　basket。
  Another　time　she　offered　big　balls　of　popped　corn　stuck
  together　with　maple　sugar；　and　liberally　sprinkled　with
  beechnut　kernels。　　Again　it　was　hickory…nut　kernels
  glazed　with　sugar；　another　time　maple　candy；　and　once
  a　basket　of　warm　pumpkin　pies。　　She　never　made　any
  apology；　or　offered　any　excuse。　　She　simply　gave　what
  she　could　afford；　and　the　change　was　as　welcome　to　those
  city　girls　accustomed　to　sodas　and　French　candy；　as　were
  these　same　things　to　Elnora　surfeited　on　popcorn　and　pie。
  In　her　room　was　a　little　slip　containing　a　record　of　the
  number　of　weeks　in　the　school　year；　the　times　it　would　be
  her　turn　to　treat　and　the　dates　on　which　such　occasions
  would　fall；　with　a　number　of　suggestions　beside　each。
  Once　the　girls　almost　fought　over　a　basket　lined　with
  yellow　leaves；　and　filled　with　fat；　very　ripe　red　haws。
  In　late　October　there　was　a　riot　over　one　which　was　lined
  with　red　leaves　and　contained　big　fragrant　pawpaws
  frost…bitten　to　a　perfect　degree。　　Then　hazel　nuts　were
  ripe；　and　once　they　served。　　One　day　Elnora　at　her　wits'
  end；　explained　to　her　mother　that　the　girls　had　given　her
  things　and　she　wanted　to　treat　them。　　Mrs。　Comstock；
  with　characteristic　stubbornness；　had　said　she　would　leave
  a　basket　at　the　grocery　for　her；　but　firmly　declined　to　say
  what　would　be　in　it。　　All　day　Elnora　struggled　to　keep
  her　mind　on　her　books。　　For　hours　she　wavered　in　tense
  uncertainty。　　What　would　her　mother　do？　　Should　she
  take　the　girls　to　the　confectioner's　that　night　or　risk
  the　basket？　　Mrs。　Comstock　could　make　delicious　things　to
  eat；　but　would　she？
  As　they　left　the　building　Elnora　made　a　final　rapid
  mental　calculation。　　She　could　not　see　her　way　clear　to
  a　decent　treat　for　ten　people　for　less　than　two　dollars　and
  if　the　basket　proved　to　be　nice；　then　the　money　would
  be　wasted。　　She　decided　to　risk　it。　　As　they　went　to　the
  bridge　the　girls　were　betting　on　what　the　treat　would　be；
  and　crowding　near　Elnora　like　spoiled　small　children。
  Elnora　set　down　the　basket。
  〃Girls；〃　she　said；　〃I　don't　know　what　this　is　myself；　so
  all　of　us　are　going　to　be　surprised。　　Here　goes！〃
  She　lifted　the　cover　and　perfumes　from　the　land　of　spices
  rolled　up。　　In　one　end　of　the　basket　lay　ten　enormous
  sugar　cakes　the　tops　of　which　had　been　liberally　dotted
  with　circles　cut　from　stick　candy。　　The　candy　had　melted
  in　baking　and　made　small　transparent　wells　of　waxy　sweetness
  and　in　the　centre　of　each　cake　was　a　fat　turtle　made　from
  a　raisin　with　cloves　for　head　and　feet。　　The　remainder
  of　the　basket　was　filled　with　big　spiced　pears　that　could
  be　held　by　their　stems　while　they　were　eaten。　　The　girls
  shrieked　and　attacked　the　cookies；　and　of　all　the　treats
  Elnora　offered　perhaps　none　was　quite　so　long　remembered
  as　that。
  When　Elnora　took　her　basket；　placed　her　books　in　it；
  and　started　home；　all　the　girls　went　with　her　as　far　as　the
  fence　where　she　crossed　the　field　to　the　swamp。　　At　parting
  they　kissed　her　good…bye。　　Elnora　was　a　happy　girl　as　she
  hurried　home　to　thank　her　mother。　　She　was　happy　over　her
  books　that　night；　and　happy　all　the　way　to　school　the
  following　morning。
  When　the　music　swelled　from　the　orchestra　her　heart
  almost　broke　with　throbbing　joy。　　For　music　always　had
  affected　her　strangely；　and　since　she　had　been　comfortable
  enough　in　her　surroundings　to　notice　things；　she　had
  listened　to　every　note　to　find　what　it　was　that　literally　hurt
  her　heart；　and　at　last　she　knew。　　It　was　the　talking　of
  the　violins。　　They　were　human　voices；　and　they　spoke　a
  language　Elnora　understood。　　It　seemed　to　her　that　she
  must　climb　up　on　the　stage；　take　the　instruments　from　the
  fingers　of　the　players　and　make　them　speak　what　was　in
  her　heart。
  That　night　she　said　to　her　mother；　〃I　am　perfectly　crazy
  for　a　violin。　　I　am　sure　I　could　play　one；　sure　as　I　live。
  Did　any　one〃　　Elnora　never　completed　that　sentence。
  〃Hush！〃　thundered　Mrs。　Comstock。　　〃Be　quiet！
  Never　mention　those　things　before　me　againnever　as
  long　as　you　live！　　I　loathe　them！　　They　are　a　snare　of　the
  very　devil　himself！　　They　were　made　to　lure　men　and
  women　from　their　homes　and　their　honour。　　If　ever　I　see
  you　with　one　in　your　fingers　I　will　smash　it　in　pieces。〃
  Naturally　Elnora　hushed；　but　she　thought　of　nothing　else
  after　she　had　finished　her　lessons。　　At　last　there　came
  a　day　when　for　some　reason　the　leader　of　the　orchestra
  left　his　violin　on　the　grand　piano。　　That　morning　Elnora
  made　her　first　mistake　in　algebra。　　At　noon；　as　soon　as　the
  building　was　empty；　she　slipped　into　the　auditorium；　found
  the　side　door　which　led　to　the　stage；　and　going　through　the
  musicians'　entrance　she　took　the　violin。　　She　carried　it　back
  into　the　little　side　room　where　the　orchestra　assembled；　closed
  all　the　doors；　opened　the　case　and　lifted　out　the　instrument。
  She　laid　it　on　her　breast；　dropped　her　chin　on　it　and
  drew　the　bow　softly　across　the　strings。　　One　after　another
  she　tested　the　open　notes。　　Gradually　her　stroke　ceased　to
  tremble　and　she　drew　the　bow　firmly。　　Then　her　fingers
  began　to　fall　and　softly；　slowly　she　searched　up　and　down
  those　strings　for　sounds　she　knew。　　Standing　in　the　middle
  of　the　floor；　she　tried　over　and　over。　　It　seemed　scarcely　a
  minute　before　the　hall　was　filled　with　the　sound　of　hurrying
  feet；　and　she　was　forced　to　put　away　the　violin　and　go
  to　her　classes。　　The　next　day　she　prayed　that　the　violin
  would　be　left　again；　but　her　petition　was　not　answered。
  That　night　when　she　returned　from　the　school　she　made　an
  excuse　to　go　down　to　see　Billy。　　He　was　engaged　in　hulling
  walnuts　by　driving　them　through　holes　in　a　board。　　His
  hands　were　protected　by　a　pair　of　Margaret's　old　gloves；
  but　he　had　speckled　his　face　generously。　　He　appeared
  well；　and　greeted　Elnora　hilariously。
  〃Me　an'　the　squirrels　are　laying　up　our　winter　stores；〃
  he　shouted。　　〃Cos　the　cold　is　coming；　an'　the　snow　an'
  if　we　have　any　nuts　we　have　to　fix　'em　now。　　But　I'm
  ahead；　cos　Uncle　Wesley　made　me　this　board；　and　I　can
  hull　a　big　pile　while　the　old　squirrel　does　only　ist　one
  with　his　teeth。〃
  Elnora　picked　him　up　and　kissed　him。　　〃Billy；　are　you
  happy？〃　she　asked。
  〃Yes；　and　so's　Snap；〃　answered　Billy。　　〃You　ought　to
  see　him　make　the　dirt　fly　when　he　gets　after　a　chipmunk。
  I　bet　you　he　could　dig　up　pa；　if　anybody　wanted　him　to。〃
  〃Billy！〃　gasped　Margaret　as　she　came　out　to　them。
  〃Well；　me　and　Snap　don't　want　him　up；　and　I　bet　you
  Jimmy　and　Belle　don't；　either。　　I　ain't　been　twisty
  inside　once　since　I　been　here；　and　I　don't　want　to　go　away；
  and　Snap　don't；　either。　　He　told　me　so。〃
  〃Billy！　　That　is　not　true。　　Dogs　can't　talk；〃
  cautioned　Margaret。
  〃Then　what　makes　you　open　the　door　when　he　asks　you　to？〃
  demanded　Billy。
  〃Scratching　and　whining　isn't　talking。〃
  〃Anyway；　it's　the　best　Snap　can　talk；　and　you　get　up
  and　do　things　he　wants　done。　　Chipmunks　can　talk　too。
  You　ought　to　hear　them　damn　things　holler　when　Snap
  gets　them！〃
  〃Billy！　　When　you　want　a　cooky　for　supper　and　I　don't
  give　it　to　you　it　is　because　you　said　a　wrong　word。〃
  〃Well；　for〃　　　Billy　clapped　his　hand　over　his　mouth
  and　stained　his　face　in　swipes。　　〃Well；　foranything！
  Did　I　go　an'　forget　again！　　The　cookies　will　get　all
  hard；　won't　they？　　I　bet　you　ten　dollars　I　don't　say　that
  any　more。〃
  He　espied　Wesley　and　ran　to　show　him　a　walnut　too　big
  to　go　through　the　holes；　and　Elnora　and　Margaret　entered
  the　house。
  They　talked　of　many　t