A piece of the moon, far gone in the third quarter, was rising above a mass of evergreens.

She had a courageous young soul, and the waning brightness of the lovers' orb did not affect her as a disheartening sign.
"It is not right," she said to herself.

"I will not do it.

I will not hang like an apple on a tree for any one to pick who chooses, or if nobody chooses, to drop down to the chickens and pigs.

A woman has as much right to try to do the best for herself as a man has to try to do the best for himself.