I had to go home to get into some dry clothes before eating. Bess had run up the steps and I looked after her. "Hasn't she got the most grit of any girl you ever saw?" I said to Uncle Rob.
"She has something better than grit, Chester," he said. "Grit puts you on a tension—confidence leaves you normal. Which has the best 'staying power,' do you think? Turn that over in your mind a little—it's interesting," and he ran up the steps after her.
