To her it was heavenly music, if she had the least conception of what such music was like.
"Glory," "glory," "glory!" The words seemed to fit the day, and the sunshine, and the deliverance that had come to her so recently.

She looked around for her companion and deliverer to enjoy it with him, but he had not come in yet.
The two girls were handing her a book now and pointing to the place.

She could read.

Her mother had taught her just a little before the other children were born, but not much in the way of literature had ever come in her way.

She grasped the book eagerly, hungrily, and looked where the finger pointed.