So she does, taking in the view before her with a solemn gaze. It's nothing like Fort Smith, and nothing like her father's stories of St. Louis. Mattie doubts even San Francisco, the most metropolitan kind of place she can imagine, could match the city she stands in now.

Suddenly she feels very small.

"Where am I to go now?" she asks, her voice softer and a little more faltering than she'd like.