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", I need my own violin," cried Elnora. "This one may be a thousand times more expensive, and much older than mine, but it wasn't inspired and taught to sing by a man who knew how. It don't know 'beans,' as mother would say, about the Limberlost." The guests in the O'More music room laughed appreciatively. "Why don't you write your mother to come for a visit and bring yours?" suggested Freckles. "I did that three days ago," acknowledged Elnora. "I am half expecting her on the noon boat. That is one reason why this violin gets worse every minute. There is nothing at all the matter with me." "Splendid!" cried the Angel. "I've begged and begged her to do it. I know how anxious these mothers become. When did you send? What made you? Why didn't you tell me?" "'When?' Three days ago. 'What made me?' You. 'Why didn't I tell you?' Because I can't be sure in the least that she will come. Mother is the most 454