I Would Give Up The Unessential; I

She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again. Edna Heard Her Father's Voice And Her Sister Margaret's. She Heard The Barking Of An Old Dog That Was Chained To The Sycamore Tree. The Spurs Of The Cavalry Officer Clanged As He Walked Across The Porch. There Was The Hum Of Bees, And The Musky Odor Of Pinks Filled The Air. (last Lines)

But Whatever Came, She Had Resolved Never Again To Belong To Another Than Herself.

The Way To Become Rich Is To Make Money, Not To Save It.

The Voice Of The Sea Speaks To The Soul.

The City Atmosphere Certainly Has Improved Her. Some Way She Doesn't Seem Like The Same Woman.