"Such as what?" demanded the woman abruptly.
"Good health for one thing."
"What else?"
"A good conscience."
She laughed scornfully.
"I'll tell you there's nothing so good as money. I've wanted it all my life, and never could get it. Do you think I would live here in the woods if I had money? No, I should like to be a lady, and wear fine clothes, and drive about in a handsome carriage. Why are some people so lucky, while I live in this miserable hole?"
She looked at Walter fiercely, as if she held him responsible for her ill-fortune.
"Perhaps your luck will change some day," he said, though he had little faith in his own words. He wondered how the tall, gaunt woman of the backwoods would look dressed in silks and satins.
"My luck never will change," she said, quickly.