But we sat moodily before our tent , not even having sufficient heart to play checkers . Tom had gone lame -- so lame that there was no use in thinking of trying to travel with him . Kate could not tell what was the matter . `` There is no injury that I can see , '' she said . `` He must have sprained his foot somehow . '' Wait we did , with all the patience we could command . 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 .
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