A Girl of the Limberlost

Along the old Limberlost trail, my girl, torn to pieces sobbing. Her courage always has been fine, but the thing she met to-day was too much for her. We ought to have known better than to let her go that way. It wasn't only clothes; there were books, and entrance fees for out-of- town people, that she didn't know about; while there must have been jeers, whispers, and laughing.