There is a round, blue jar on our bookcase at home. Once or twice a month I pour the accumulated contents into my hand and count, "50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 82 cents." Then I grin with satisfaction. That will be enough to buy A Lantern in Her Hand (a good book by the way, by Bess Streeter Aldrich) or some other coveted book which I've been wanting for months.
There are those who think that farm women who spend time reading are lazy and "highbrow." Besides, of what use are storybooks to women who work in the fields and come home to milk cows? All the more reason, I say, why a farm woman should escape for a few minutes into a make-believe world where her spirit may be eased.
"And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Storybooks."