Elisabeth clutched the books that he helped pick out for her as if they were the most important things she owned, feeling her heart race as the possibility of actually achieving her dreams felt more real than it ever had. She smiled at him, “I do hope so. Thank you so much for your help today, Mr. Macnair. Good luck with your work.” If she did make it to the Flint Institute, she thought to herself, she would have to thank him for giving her the confidence that she needed to fight for the chance.