But Kirk’s education filled the most important place, to her, in the scheme of things at Asquam. If she had not been so young, and so ambitious, and so inexperienced, she might have faltered before the task she set herself, temporary though it might be. Long before the Sturgis Water Line had hung out its neat shingle at the harbor-master’s wharf; before the Maestro and music had made a new interest in Kirk’s life; while Applegate Farm was still confusion–Felicia had attacked the Braille system with a courage as conscientious as it was unguided.