No matter where Bo was placed, she always got something out of it.

She adapted herself.

She, who could have a good time with almost any one or anything, would find the hours sweet and fleeting in this beautiful park of wild wonders.
But merely objective actions--merely physical movements, had never yet contented Helen.

She could run and climb and ride and play with hearty and healthy abandon, but those things would not suffice long for her, and her mind needed food.

Helen was a thinker.