In face and form she was as lovely as any one of her age and type he ever had seen.
Her school work far surpassed that of most girls of her age he knew.
She differed in other ways.

This vast store of learning she had gathered from field and forest was a wealth of attraction no other girl possessed.

Her frank, matter-of-fact manner was an inheritance from her mother, but there was something more.

Once, as they talked he thought "sympathy" was the word to describe it and again "comprehension." She seemed to possess a large sense of brotherhood for all human and animate creatures.

She spoke to him as if she had known him all her life.
She talked to the grosbeak in exactly the same manner, as she laid strawberries and potato bugs on the fence for his family.