The place is one of her favorite spots.

But bless your heart, Myra, there's no harm in it.

It would be natural for her to get interested in any one making a picture of a place she loves as she does that old spring glade.

She has spent days at a time there--ever since she was big enough to go that far from home." "It's strange that she has not mentioned it to me," said the woman--troubled in spite of the Ranger's reassuring words.
The man directed his attention suddenly to his horse; "Max! You let Sibyl's roses alone." The animal turned his head questioningly toward his master.

"Back!" said the Ranger, "back!" At his word, the chestnut promptly backed across the yard until the officer called, "That will do," when he halted, and, with an impatient toss of his head, again looked toward the porch, inquiringly.