Practice Typing

How long afterward it was that Becky came to a slow consciousness that she was crying in Toms arms, neither could tell. All that they knew was, that after what seemed a mighty stretch of time, both awoke out of a dead stupor of sleep and resumed their miseries once more. Tom said it might be Sunday, now maybe Monday. He tried to get Becky to talk, but her sorrows were too oppressive, all her hopes were gone.