The droning of the bees in the blossoms that grew in a cranny of the rock; the tinkle, tinkle of the sheep bells, as the flock moved slowly in their feeding; and the soft breathing of Mother Earth was in her ears; while the gentle breeze that stirred her hair came heavy with the smell of growing things.

Lying so, she looked far up into the blue sky where a buzzard floated on lazy wings.

If she were up there she perhaps could see that world beyond the hills.

Then suddenly a voice came to her, Aunt Mollie's voice, "How do you reckon you'll like bein' a fine lady, Sammy, and a livin' in the city with the big folks ?" The girl turned on her side and rising on one elbow looked again at Mutton Hollow with its little cabin half hidden in the timber.
And, as she looked, slowly her rich red life colored cheek, and neck, and brow.

With a gesture of impatience, Sammy turned away to her own home on the southern slope of the mountain, just in time to see a young woman ride into the clearing and dismount before the cabin door.