Now that was accomplished.

She was away from home, in a place where there was not one familiar face, object, or plan of life, but she did not wish for it at all.

She devoutly wished that she were back at home even if she were preparing supper, in order that Nancy Ellen might hem towels.

She wondered what they were saying: her mind was crystal clear as to what they were doing.

She wondered if Nancy Ellen would send Adam, 3d, with a parcel of cut-out sewing for her to work on.