This incident with David Brown and the getting possession of his chart was the one stimulant that helped Ann to endure this long day of inactivity.

It was like a small thimbleful of wine to one who longed for a generous draught; there was nothing else to do but to wait, alert for all chances that might help her.

Evening closed in; the sisters were left alone.

Christa returned indolently to lounging upon the bed and reading her novel.

If Ann had had less strength, she would have paced the floor of the outer room in impatience; as it was she sat still by the table which held the beer and stitched her seam diligently.