In her unconsciousness is the fountain of her charm.

She lives like a flower of the field that knows not it has blest and comforted with its beauty the travellers who have passed it by.

She has only one day in the whole year for her own, and for that day she creates a fresh personality for herself.

She clothes her soul, intellect, imagination, and spiritual aspiration in holiday garments for the day, becoming for the time a new poetic self, and able to choose any other personality in Asolo from hour to hour--the queen and spirit of the town; not wishing to be, actually, the folk she passes by, but only, since she is so isolated, to be something in their lives, to touch them for help and company.
The world of nature speaks to her and loves her.

She sees all that is beautiful, feeds on it, and grasps the matter of thought that underlies the beauty.