She was crying, yes, fit to break her heart. She had her hat on, too, and the little bag of things she had fetched over from Nance Edgar's was at her feet. I couldn't think what in the mischief had happened. All was as peaceful as Sunday afternoon when I went out, and now--this!
Well, I went up to Elsie and wanted to take her in my arms to comfort her, the way that brothers--except our kind--never dream of doing. But she rose and pushed me off, sobbing harder all the time, and the tears simply rolling down. I never knew before that a girl had such a water supply behind her eyes. Elsie had just fair cisterns full. She didn't cry often, that's a fact; but when she did--well, Brom Water rose, and they put it in the Border Advertiser along with the extraordinary duck's egg and Major Finn's bi
