conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about LYNN, AUSTIN, Along with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Though Waters Roar'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'Though Waters Roar
  The package arrived three days later in the middle of the night while Bebe slept'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Though Waters Roar
  The package arrived three days later in the middle of the night while Bebe slept. She had no idea it was there. The next morning she watched her mother prepare a second breakfast of bacon and eggs and biscuits after the boys left for school and wondered why. When Bebe asked her about it, Hannah smiled and said, "We have company."
  Bebe looked all around, wondering if the package was as invisible as the railroad. Hannah carefully tucked the plates of food inside a basket along with some cups, knives, and forks, then covered everything with a clean towel. She handed Bebe a container filled with fresh milk.
  Bebe followed her mother upstairs instead, then watched as Hannah retrieved a chair from Bebe's room and moved it into place below the opening to the attic. Hannah climbed up first, pushing the trapdoor aside and carefully lifting the basket up to the attiCfloor. She reached down to take the container of milk from Bebe and set it on the attiCfloor, too, then stood on tiptoes and hoisted herself up and out of sight. Bebe scrambled onto the chair to see where her mother had gone, but she was too short to see into the dark hole.
  The thought of being hauled up into the unknown void frightened Bebe more than descending into the root cellar had. But she knew her mother was strong and completely trustworthy. Bebe raised her arms above her head and allowed Hannah to grip her wrists and pull her up into the cool, dusty attic.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But what interested Bebe even more were the descriptions of a temperance crusade that had swept across upstate New York, Ohio, and Michigan this year, quickly gaining momentum. Like the abolition crusades, it had begun when groups of Christian women joined together in prayer meetings, seeking the abolition of all alcoholic beverages. As the movement spread, the women began holding their prayer vigils on the streets outside of saloons until the embarrassed customers went home and the saloon owners caved in to the pressure and closed their doors. So far, the women had driven dozens of saloons out of business.
  Bebe cut out all the articles she could find with news of either movement and kept them in a cigar box in her dresser drawer. If Horatio wouldn't allow her to become involved, she could at least enjoy reading about what other women were doing.
  Bebe was disappointed to find nothing about either the Temperance or Suffrage movement in today's paper. Instead, every headline and article described the shocking news that yesterday, September 18, 1873, the nation's best-known banking house, Jay Cooke and Company, had collapsed. Business affairs usually were of little interest to Bebe, but she could tell that this news was momentous. She read every word. Experts predicted that more bank failures would quickly follow; that businesses and industries would be forced to close their doors once they could no longer borrow money; that workers would be laid off, leading to labor unrest, riots, and starvation. The newspaper painted such a grim picture that Bebe whispered a prayer that the experts would prove to be wrong.
  She could feel his body trembling, shaking the bed. Sweat drenched his silk pajamas. He groaned and ran his hands through his hair and then climbed out of bed. Bebe got out of bed, too, and started to light a lamp, but he stopped her.
  His words stung and she knew he had meant them to. She lashed back without thinking. "I don't care about the latest fashions. I care about real life! You think I'm too stupid to understand the news, don't you?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tommy hesitated, ducking his head as a shy grin spread across his face. "Listen, Harriet. May I come with you as a friend and not as your jailer? I would really like to be... um... friends."
  Now it was my turn to hesitate. I knew I had foresworn love and marriage and all the rest, but Tommy O'Reilly had changed a lot in the past few years. And my attitude toward him had changed, as well.