His manner was gravely courteous, and she did not at all believe that he had followed her about.
Her ideals of men were colored by the American prejudice in favor of those who aim high and venture much.

In her childhood she had read Malory and Froissart with a boy's delight.

She possessed, too, that poetic sense of the charm of "the spirit of place" that is the natural accompaniment of the imaginative temperament.

The cry of bugles sometimes brought tears to her eyes; her breath came quickly when she sat--as she often did--in the Fort Myer drill hall at Washington and watched the alert cavalrymen dashing toward the spectators' gallery in the mimic charge.

The work that brave men do she admired above anything else in the world.