If she could but find some support--something upon which to lay her fingers.

She thought of the fence, and her courage revived.

If she could but reach and follow that! There were obstacles in her way.

She was sure of this, for she remembered some of them, and Elvira no more changed her garden than her house.

But with care she succeeded in getting around these, and soon she knew by the lessened force of the wind that she was near, if not directly under, the high fence upon which she depended for guidance.