But she had no talent for leadership and no faculty for organization, and, what is more, she was perfectly aware of the lack.
Night school was of course at an end.

Indeed, no one had any time for thinking about education or books.

Katherine made valorous attempts to carry on the studies of Miles and Phil, but had to give them up as useless, lacking strength and opportunity for the endeavour.

But the long winter would make up for the neglect of the short summer, and she left off worrying over their lapse into ignorance, contenting herself with reading to them on Sundays, and, what was more important still, making them read to her.
It was delightful to be abroad in those days of early spring, and Katherine especially enjoyed the journeys to Fort Garry, when she rowed across the corner of the bay and felt the sweep of the breeze coming in from the wider waters beyond.

Phil was her companion always now, because when she was absent Miles must be at home to look after the store.