There had been times yesterday when she had prayed to be hidden, or to drop dead, and neither had happened.

"I believe the best way to get an answer to prayer is to work for it," muttered Elnora grimly.
Again she followed the trail to the swamp, rearranged her hair and left the tin pail.

This time she folded a couple of sandwiches in the napkin, and tied them in a neat light paper parcel which she carried in her hand.

Then she hurried along the road to Onabasha and found a book-store.

There she asked the prices of the list of books that she needed, and learned that six dollars would not quite supply them.