Kate stared straight before her, sitting absorbed and motionless.  Close in front of her a little white moth fluttered over the twigs and grasses.  A kingbird sailed into view and perched on a brush-heap preparatory to darting after the moth.  While the bird measured the distance and waited for the moth to rise above the entangling grasses, with a sweep and a snap a smaller bird, very similar in shape and colouring, flashed down, catching the moth and flying high among the branches of a big tree.

“Aha!  You missed your opportunity!” said Kate to the kingbird.

She sat straighter suddenly.  “Opportunity,” she repeated.  “Here is where I am threatened with missing mine.  Opportunity!  I wonder now if that might not be another name for ’the wings of morning.’  Morning is winging its way past me, the question is:  do I sit still and let it pass, or do I take its wings and fly away?”

Kate brooded on that awhile, then her thought formulated into words again.

“It isn’t as if Mother were sick or poor, she is perfectly well and stronger than nine women out of ten of her age; Father can afford to hire all the help she needs; there is nothing cruel or unkind in leaving her; and as for Nancy Ellen, why does the fact that I am a few years younger than she, make me her servant?  Why do I cook for her, and make her bed, and wash her clothes, while she earns money to spend on herself?  And she is doing everything in her power to keep me at it, because she likes what she is doing and what it brings her, and she doesn’t give a tinker whether I like what I am doing or not; or whether I get anything I want out of it or not; or whether I miss getting off to Normal on time or not.  She is blame selfish, that’s what she is, so she won’t like the jolt she’s going to get; but it will benefit her soul, her soul that her pretty face keeps her from developing, so I shall give her a little valuable assistance.  Mother will be furious and Father will have the buggy whip convenient; but I am going!  I don’t know how, or when, but I am going.

      “Who has a thirst for knowledge, in Helicon may slake it,
      If he has still, the Roman will, to find a way, or make it.”

Kate arose tall and straight and addressed the surrounding woods.  “Now you just watch me ‘find a way or make it,’” she said.  “I am ‘taking the wings of morning,’ observe my flight!  See me cut curves and circles and sail and soar around all the other Bates girls the Lord ever made, one named Nancy Ellen in particular.  It must be far past noon, and I’ve much to do to get ready.  I fly!”

Kate walked back to the highway, but instead of going on she turned toward home.  When she reached the gate she saw Nancy Ellen, dressed her prettiest, sitting beneath a cherry tree reading a book, in very plain view from the road.  As Kate came up the path:  “Hello!” said Nancy Ellen.  “Wasn’t Adam at home?”