From a barnyard at the far edge of the western horizon came the faint sound of a steam thresher, and she thought she could see the men at work around it, but this might have been illusion.

It was a serene and lovely panorama of summer and country.

Last of all her eyes sought the glimpse of distant river.
She ate two of her four eggs, put on the underclothes which were now thoroughly sun-dried, shook out and rebraided her hair.

Then she cast about for some way to pass the time.
She explored the whole top of the rock, but that did not use up more than fifteen minutes, as it was so small that every part was visible from every other part.

However, she found a great many wild flowers and gathered a huge bouquet of the audacious colors of nature's gardens, so common yet so effective.