One reason she had desired to make her home in the West was that by taking up a life of the open, of action, she might think and dream and brood less.

And here she was in the wild West, after the three most strenuously active days of her career, and still the same old giant revolved her mind and turned it upon herself and upon all she saw.
"What can I do ?" she asked Bo, almost helplessly.
"Why, rest, you silly!" retorted Bo.

"You walk like an old, crippled woman with only one leg." Helen hoped the comparison was undeserved, but the advice was sound.
The blankets spread out on the grass looked inviting and they felt comfortably warm in the sunshine.

The breeze was slow, languorous, fragrant, and it brought the low hum of the murmuring waterfall, like a melody of bees.

Helen made a pillow and lay down to rest.