Oh, to think that something I have written has really been published! Where is it, Lloyd?
Put my hand on the spot, please.

You don't know how glad I am, how glad and thankful.

I have always wanted to write--always hoped that some day, after I had tried years and years, I might be able to do something good enough to be published, but to have it come now while I am a little girl,"-- her voice sunk almost to a whisper,--"oh, Lloyd you don't know how wonderful it seems to me!" She was trembling so that the paper shook in her hands.

"Where is it ?" she asked again, feeling blindly over the page.
"There," said Lloyd, placing the little groping finger on a spot at the head of a column.

"There is the word _NIGHT_, and heah," guiding her fingers down the page, "heah is yo' name.