She's just got home from New York, and says they are all the fashion.

You are to cut me a pattern.

There's a paper, the Louisville _Journal_, I guess, but nobody reads it, now Hugh is gone," and with a few more general directions, 'Lina hurried away leaving Adah so hot, so disappointed, that the hot tears fell upon the paper she took in her hand, the paper containing Anna Richards' advertisement, intended solely for the poor girl sitting so lonely and sad at Spring Bank that summer morning.
In spite of the doctor's predictions and consignment of that girl to Georgia, or some warmer place, it had reached her at last.

She did not see it at first, so fast her tears fell, but just as her scissors were raised to cut the pattern her eyes fell on the spot headed, "A Curious Advertisement," and suspending her operations for a moment, she read it through, a feeling rising in her heart that it was surely an answer to her own advertisement, sent forth months ago, with tearful prayers that it might be successful.
At the table she heard 'Lina say that Claib was going to town that afternoon, and thinking within herself.

"If a letter were only ready, he could take it with him," she asked permission to write a few lines.