Not for the sake of the crops.
Not for the sake of the spelling-school.

But for the sake of the undertone.

And then she traveled back over the three years of her bondage and forward over the three years to come, and fed her heart on the dim hope of rebuilding in some form the home that had been so happy.
And she prayed, with more faith than ever before, for deliverance.

For love brings faith.

Somewhere on in the sleepless night she stood at the window.