What a poor, helpless creature I am, when I cannot even cross a 't' to save myself.

Blessed Virgin, help me once more!" But help did not come.

Yolanda's excitement grew instead of subsiding, and she was so wrought upon by a nameless fear that she began to weep.
Margaret seated herself on the divan and covered her face with her hands.

Yolanda walked the floor like a caged wild thing, uttering ejaculatory prayers to the Virgin.

Again she took up the quill, but again put it down, exclaiming:-- "I have it, mother! There is a friend of whom I have often told you--Sir Karl.