"Why not?" she asked herself. "I've got two resources. If I can't get
office work I can teach. I can do _anything_ if I have to. And it's
far enough away, in all conscience--all of twenty-five hundred miles."
Unaccountably, since Kitty Brooks' visit, she found herself itching to
turn her back on Granville and its unpleasant associations. She did
not attempt to analyze the feeling. Strange lands, and most of all the
West, held alluring promise. She sat in her rocker, and could not help
but dream of places where people were a little broader gauge, a little
less prone to narrow, conventional judgments. Other people had done as
she proposed doing--cut loose from their established environment, and
made a fresh start in countries where none knew or cared whence they
came or who they were. Why not she? One thing was certain: Granville,
for all she had been born there, and grown to womanhood there, was now
no place for her. The very people who knew her best would make her
suffer most.
She spent that evening going thoroughly over the papers and writing
letters to various school boards, taking a chance at one or two she
found in the Manitoba paper, but centering her hopes on the country
west of the Rockies.
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