All during school the next day, Danica had to fight to keep her eyelids from drooping. Yes, she’d finally fallen asleep sometime during the darkest watches of the night, but the little sleep she’d gotten wasn’t nearly enough to keep her from feeling as if she was going to pitch right over if she didn’t pay attention. And of course in 1884 there wasn’t much chance of nipping out to the nearest Starbucks for a shot of espresso. She’d had a second cup of coffee that morning with breakfast, but the caffeine had worn off much too quickly.
It also didn’t help that Susan Garnett, Emma’s eldest daughter, solemnly handed a note over to Danica before she went to take her seat. “Mamma told me to give this to you, Miss Prewitt,” she said with some pride. Clearly, she felt honored to be burdened with
