But I can't continue to write to Duane all day.

I can't read all day; duties are soon ended.
And, Kathleen, it's the idle intervals I dread so--the brooding, the memories, the waiting for events scheduled in domestic routine--like dinner--the--the terrible waiting for sleep! That is the worst.

I tell you, physical fatigue must help to save me--must help my love for Duane, my love for you and Scott, my self-respect--what is left of it.

This rifle"-- she held it out--"would turn into a nuisance if I let it.

But I won't; I can't; I've got to use everything to help me." "You ride every day, don't you ?" ventured the other woman timidly.
"Before breakfast.