If anything should happen to her brother Jim she would be heiress to thousands of acres of wheat.

A pang shot through her heart.
She had to drive the cold thought away.

And she must learn--must know the bigness of this question.

The women of the country would be called upon to help, to do their share.
She ran down through the grove and across the bridge, coming abruptly upon Nash, her father's driver.

He had the car out.
"Good morning," he said, with a smile, doffing his cap.
Lenore returned his greeting and asked if her father intended to go anywhere.
"No.