"Why?"
"You've found some things worth knowing in this world, haven't you, Zora?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"But there are more—many, many more—worlds on worlds of things—you have not dreamed of."
She stared at him, open-eyed, and a wonder crept upon her face battling with the old assurance. Then she looked down at her bare brown feet and torn gown.
"I've got a little money, Zora," he said quickly.
But she lifted her head.
"I'll earn mine," she said.
"How?" he asked doubtfully.
"I'll pick cotton."