If it is at night that the shadows fall upon the soul, then most of all does woman, weak and timorous animal, long for some safe and accustomed refuge place, for a home; and most of all does she shrink from unfamiliar surroundings.

Yet she slept, wearied to exhaustion.
The night was cool, the air fresh from the mountains coming in through the opened window, and bringing with it calm.
Dawn came.

A chirping cedar bird, busy in the near-by shrubbery, wakened her with a care-free note.

She started up and gazed out with that sudden wonder and terror which at times seize upon us when we awake in strange environment.

Youth and vitality resumed sway.