She bared her white arms to the elbows and made biscuits for the "reflector" instead of bannock, while Aldous brought water from the lake, and MacDonald cut wood.

Her cheeks were aflame.

Her eyes were laughing, joyous, happy.

MacDonald seemed years younger.

He obeyed her like a boy, and once Aldous caught him looking at her in a way that set him thinking again of those days of years and years ago, and of other camps, and of another woman--like Joanne.
MacDonald had thought of this first camp--and there were porterhouse steaks for supper, which he had brought packed in a kettle of ice.