It was on the second day of the trip that Cordelia took from her suit-case a sheet of paper, worn with much folding and refolding, and marked plainly, "Things to do in Texas."
"I suppose I might as well finish this up now," she sighed. "I'm out of Texas, and what is done is done; and what is undone can't ever be done, now." And carefully she spread the paper out and reached into her bag for her pencil.
When she had finished her work, the paper read as follows:
See the blue bonnet—the Texas state flower. Find out if it really is shaped like a bonnet. Didn't.
Bring home a piece of prairie grass. Did.
See a real buffalo. Did. (But it was in a park.)
Find Hermit Joe Sanborn's son, John, who ran away to Texas twenty years ago. Didn't.
See an Osage orange hedge. Did.
See a broncho bursted (obviously changed over from "busted"). Did.