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 again--never 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,for--anything!
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 things for a time and then Elnora said suddenly:"Aunt Margaret,I like music.""I've noticed that in you all your life,"answered Margaret.
"If dogs can't talk,I can make a violin talk,"announced Elnora,and then in amazement watched the face of Margaret Sinton grow pale.
"A violin!"she wavered."Where did you get a violin?""They fairly seemed to speak to me in the orchestra.
