There was one thing on which they were all agreed: Mrs.Frank Armour either had a mind superior to the charms of their sex, or was incapable of that vanity which hath many suitors, and says: "So far shalt thou go, and--" The fact is, Mrs.Frank Armour's mind was superior.

She had only one object--to triumph over her husband grandly, as a woman righteously might.

She had vanity, of course, but it was not ignoble.

She kept one thing in view; she lived for it.
Her translation had been successful.

There were times when she remembered her father, the wild days on the prairies, the buffalo-hunt, tracking the deer, tribal battles, the long silent hours of the winter, and the warm summer nights when she slept in the prairie grass or camped with her people in the trough of a great landwave.