CHAPTER IV
"Janet, where you goin'?"
"Over to the Hills, Susan Jane."
"Everythin' rid up?"
"Everything."
"I never felt my powerlessness so much as I have since you come."
"I'm sorry, Susan Jane. It must be hard to see others active, if one is tied as you are. Try not to look at me."
"Not look at you? Huh! Gals need watchin'. I know it would suit more'n you, like as not, if I'd been struck blind as well as helpless. But I ain't blind. I see all that's goin', an' more, too!" Janet sighed. The atmosphere of the Light, below stairs, was depressing.
"What's Mark Tapkins hangin' round fur?"
"It was his turn at the Light last night, Susan Jane."