"And I'm going to buy nice things to wear." Suddenly she heard a pattering on the roof.
"Rain! What do you know about that?
I've got to stay in.

If I spoil that relic of a hat I'll never have the nerve to go ask for a job." She prepared for bed, and placing the lamp on the edge of the bureau, she lay down to become absorbed in a paper-backed novel.

The mill-clock was striking ten when she finished.

There was a dreamy light in her eyes and a glow upon her face.
"How grand to be as beautiful as she was and turn out to be an heiress with blue blood, and a lovely mother, and handsome lovers dying for her!" Then she flung the novel against the wall.
"It's only a book.

It's not true." Rose blew out the lamp and went to sleep.
During the night she dreamed that the principal of the High School had called to see her father, and she awoke trembling.
The room was dark as pitch; the rain pattered on the roof; the wind moaned softly under the eaves.