But the day was long and wearisome , and at night Tom 's foot did not seem a bit better . We went to bed gloomily , but joy came with the morning . Tom 's foot was so much improved that Kate decided we could go on , though we would have to drive slowly . `` There 's no chance of making Bothwell today , '' she said , `` but at least we shall be getting a little nearer to it . '' `` I do n't believe there is such a place as Bothwell , or any other town , '' I said pessimistically . `` There 's nothing in the world but prairie , and we 'll go on driving over it forever , like a couple of female Wandering Jews . It seems years since we left Arrow Creek . '' `` Well , we 've had lots of fun out of it all , you know , '' said Kate . `` Mrs. Matilda Pitman alone was worth it . She will be an amusing memory all our lives . Are you sorry you came ? '' `` No , I 'm not , '' I concluded , after honest , soul-searching reflection . `` No , I 'm glad , Kate . But I think we were crazy to attempt it , as Sergeant Baker said . Think of all the might-have-beens . '' `` Nothing else will happen , '' said Kate . `` I feel in my bones that our troubles are over . '' Kate 's bones proved true prophets . Nevertheless , that day was a weary one . There was no scenery .
We had got into a barren , lakeless , treeless district where the world was one monotonous expanse XXXXX grey-brown prairie .
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