We are back home, but not yet unpacked. My friends want me to tell of our trip, but I can't get it all together; I say I will have an Open House and will then tell it chronologically! -- Frank and I have to leave; we go to a place where they are smelting metal and I see the GLOW from the furnace. -- A man is trying to snatch my white purse from me. He has his arm tightly around my neck; I am scared and start to pray: "Lord Have Mercy on me..."