then climbed the wall. It was rather an arduous undertaking for a clerk
at a handkerchief counter, and she went about it clumsily. The wall was
high and the stones "jiggled" in a terrifying way. One big stone climbed
down on the other side with her--they went together unceremoniously.

The Talentless One laughed a little under her breath as she sat up among
the little flowers, but she was not quite sure that she wanted to laugh.
The big stone was on her foot and she regarded it with disfavor. It
required considerable strength to roll it off--then she got up. Then she
sank down again very suddenly.

"Oh!" she cried, sharply. For several moments she said nothing more, did
nothing more. The discovery she had made was not a pleasant discovery.
In Eldorado clumsy people who could not climb stone walls came to grief.
She had come to grief. When she moved her foot, terrible twinges of pain
were telegraphed all over her body. She sat, a sorry little heap, among
the stranger flowers that had brought about her ruin. The roadway
stretched dustily and emptily up and down, on the other side of the
wall.

"Oh!" breathed the Talentless One. It had been a sigh before, now it was
a groan. What was she to do? A sort of terror seized her. She had never
been really frightened before. The beautiful country about her no longer
was beautiful. It was no longer Eldorado to her.

Then she discovered a green fleck down the road, a different green from
the grass and trees. If it should be Emmeline's house--if she could get
to it!

"I must!" she said, and hobbled to her feet. Somehow she got over the