cause it was cool. Then, when it was all dirty, she wouldn't go, and she wanted to real bad." Billy wiped his eyes. "That ain't all, either," he added.
"We'd like to know about it, Billy," suggested Mrs. Comstock, struggling with her face.
"'Cos she couldn't go to the city, she's most worked herself to death, to-day. She's done all the dirty, old hard jobs she could find. She's fixing her grape juice now."
"Sure!" cried Mrs. Comstock. "When a woman is disappointed she always works like a dog to gain sympathy!"
"Well, Uncle Wesley and I are sympathizing all we know how, without her working so. I've squeezed until I almost busted to get the juice out from the seeds and skins. That's the hard part. Now, she has to strain it through white flannel and seal it in bottles, and it's good for sick folks. Most wish I'd get sick myself, so I could have a glass. It's so good!"
Elnora glanced swiftly at her mother.
"I worked so hard," continued Billy, "that she said if I would throw the leavings in the woods, then I could come for you to see about the bugs. Do you want to go?"
"We will all go," said Mrs. Comstock. "I am mightily interested in those bugs myself."
From afar commotion could be seen at the Sinton home. Wesley and Margaret were running around wildly and peculiar sounds filled the air.
