This additional expense made her plans so wildly impossible, there was nothing to do but hold up her head until she was from sight.
Down the long corridor alone among hundreds, down the long street alone among thousands, out into the country she came at last.

Across the fence and field, along the old trail once trodden by a boy's bitter agony, now stumbled a white-faced girl, sick at heart.

She sat on a log and began to sob in spite of her efforts at self-control.

At first it was physical breakdown, later, thought came crowding.
Oh the shame, the mortification! Why had she not known of the tuition?
How did she happen to think that in the city books were furnished?
Perhaps it was because she had read they were in several states.

But why did she not know?
Why did not her mother go with her?
Other mothers--but when had her mother ever been or done anything at all like other mothers?
Because she never had been it was useless to blame her now.
Elnora realized she should have gone to town the week before, called on some one and learned all these things herself.