The excitement of a twelve year old girl.

It was not too hard to think back to the days that I was the same age as Maryette, when her family left Nebraska for the Washington Territory.  Here is a small snippet of this 12 year old girl's excitement the  night before they leave Omaha on the train.

"The summer heat is still so warm through the walls of our little home. Why won’t a breeze blow through the window and cool my face? I want to toss back my blanket and see if it is cooler, but Mama would be angry with me for exposing my night shirt. She forgets how hot the quilt is. Who is going to see my bare legs? The boys see them whenever we swim in the Platte River. I don’t see that there is any difference, but Mama says I am old enough to be a lady now. Maybe if I don’t think about it, I will cool down."