Her face was shaded by a broad straw hat with a flexible brim that left her lips and chin in the sun, and, sometimes nodding, sent forth a light of promising eyes.

Across her shoulders, and behind, flowed large loose curls, brown in shadow, almost golden where the ray touched them.

She was simply dressed, befitting decency and the season.

On a closer inspection you might see that her lips were stained.

This blooming young person was regaling on dewberries.