What is life?
What am I here for ?" With a pang she recalled the town in Ohio where she and Amy had been born, and her thoughts went drifting for awhile.

Pictures floated in and out, pictures of her life at home.

She was hungry for them now, the old stays and firm supports, the old frame house, her father and the God in the yellow church, the quiet river, the high school and that friendly group of eager girl companions, with work, discussions, young ideals, plans and dreams of life and love.

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