CHAPTER VII
She slept all night, without stirring, without dreaming, and
awoke naturally and, for the first time in weeks, refreshed. She
felt her old self, as if some depressing weight had been lifted,
or a shadow had been swept away from between her and the sun. Her
head was clear. The seeming iron band that had pressed it so hard
was gone. She was cheerful. She even caught herself humming aloud
as she divided the fish into messes for Mrs. Olsen, Maggie
Donahue, and herself. She enjoyed her gossip with each of them,
and, returning home, plunged joyfully into the task of putting
the neglected house in order. She sang as she worked, and ever as
she sang the magic words of the boy danced and sparkled among the
notes: OAKLAND IS JUST A PLACE TO START FROM.
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