They never had any at home.

She slipped out the fork, sampled the salad, and one-quarter of pear.

Then she closed the box and started down the road nibbling one of the pickles and trying to decide exactly how happy she was, but she could find no standard high enough for a measure.
She was to go to the Bird Woman's after school for the last load from the case.

Saturday she would take the arrow points and specimens to the bank.

That would exhaust her present supplies and give her enough money ahead to pay for books, tuition, and clothes for at least two years.