It's only a chance, but there were some loose sheets in it when I left home.

I'll go and see." While she was gone to her bedroom Kitty stood still in the middle of the room lost in reflection, as completely absorbed as though she was seeing things thousands of miles away.

In truth, she was seeing things millions of miles away; she was seeing a Promised Land.

It was a gift of hers, or a penalty of her life, perhaps, that she could lose herself in reverie at a moment's notice--a reverie as complete as though she was subtracted from life's realities.

Now, as she looked out of the door, far over the prairie to a tiny group of pine-trees in the vanishing distance, lines she once read floated through her mind: "Away and beyond the point of pines, In a pleasant land where the glad grapes be, Purple and pendent on verdant vines, I know that my fate is awaiting me." What fate was to be hers?
There was no joy in her eyes as she gazed.
Mrs.Crozier was beside the table again before she roused herself from her trance.
"I've got it--just two sheets, two solitary sheets," said Mona in triumph.