Her letter might take some time to reach him, and she must allow for his messenger's journey to the railroad from the mine; but she knew she would feel restless until the answer came.
The evening was calm, the air was fresher than in the city, and she found the quiet soothing.

A field of timothy grass near the house rippled languidly, the dark heads rising stiffly upright when the faint breeze dropped.

Sometimes there was a movement among the tall blades and feathery plumes of the Indian corn, and then the rustle stopped and everything was still.

Beyond the zig-zag fence, the fruit trees ran back in rows that converged and melted into a blurred mass at the edge of the bush.

The narrow landscape had no prominent feature.