Her feet were beautifully formed and the curves of her instep and ankle were beautiful.

She gave more attention now to the look of her shoes and of her stockings than to all the rest of this difficult woodland toilet.

She then put on the sailor hat, fastened the collar to her garter, slipped the handkerchiefs into the legs of her stockings.

Carrying her underclothes, ready to roll them into a ball should she meet anyone, she resumed her journey into that rocky wilderness.

She was sore, she had pains that were the memories of the worst horrors of her hideous dream, but up in her strong, healthy body, up through her strong young soul, surged joy of freedom and joy of hope.