She felt giddy with health and happiness.

And the bright sun was flooding the bathroom, and the odors from the big bed of hyacinths in the side lawn scented the warm breeze from the open window.

When she dashed back to her room she was singing, and her singing voice was as charming as her speaking voice promised.

A few minutes and her hair had gone up in careless grace and she was clad in a fresh dress of tan linen, full in the blouse.

This, with her tan stockings and tan slippers and the radiant youth of her face, gave her a look of utter cleanness and freshness that was exceedingly good to see.
"I'm ready," she called.
There was no answer; doubtless Ruth had already descended.