She groped for the second pillow, and the tears started afresh, but presently she began to try to stop them. The soft wind that was pushing the dimity curtains into the room brought with it a heavy breath of honeysuckle and roses. Her mind began to stray away from her immediate trouble.
"Honeysuckle toilet water might be the very best toilet water that any one could have. I wonder if you couldn't make some with honeysuckle blossoms and wood alcohol. There's a bird going to bed in that tree. Maybe it's an oriole."
She had never seen an oriole except in pictures, but that was one of the things she had wanted to come to Cape Cod for, when she had thought she was coming with her mother and her big soldier brother to a cottage on the beach, before they had realized how sick he was going to be when he got home from France. The bird chirped drowsily once more, and the insect in the grass drew its string over its bow again. She almost went to the window to look, but she had cried so long that she wasn't quite willing to think of pleasant things yet. Her head ached and her nose was sore, and the second pillow was almost as wet as the first. She hung them both over the foot-board to dry.
"I suppose it is a little funny to cry quarts into old family goose-feather pillows. I might have cried so long I would have had to use a whole feather-bed, too. I wonder if Grandmother would scold me just as if I were a child. I told her I was going to have my fourteenth birthday here. I told my horrid grandfather, when he pinched me, that I wasn't in the habit of being teased. What would Jean Forsyth say if she could see me now? I guess I'll get up and put some talcum powder on my nose."
There was a knock on the door as she began to move around the room. She scrambled back into bed meaning to pretend to be asleep, but her grandmother opened the door and came in just as if she had spoken.
"Are you asleep, Elizabeth?"
"No, Grandma."
"I thought you might like a glass o' milk to kinder stay your stomach between now and breakfast."
"Thank you, Grandma."
"Would you like a cookie to go with it? I made up a whole jar full o' sugar-molasses cookies so's you could go and help yourself to them whenever you was a mind to. I'll set the milk right here on the stand, and then I'll go fetch the cookie."