The Enchanted Barn

by Grace Livingston Hill

Those things happened only in story-books, and she was not a story-book girl; she was just a practical, every-day, hard-working girl

She could work hard and was willing; but she could not bear anxiety. It was eating into her soul, and she could feel a kind of mental paralysis stealing over her from it, benumbing her faculties hour by hour.

the sparkling sea all azure and pearls,