She sat up and smiled; it was so fine to be free! And her woes had not in the least shaken that serene optimism which is youth's most delightful if most dangerous possession.

She crawled through the grass to the edge of the rock and looked out through the screening leaves of the dense undergrowth.

There was no smoke from the chimney of the house.

The woman, in a blue calico, was sitting on the back doorstep knitting.

Farther away, in fields here and there, a few men--not a dozen in all--were at work.