She was interested in the unkempt immigrants who, waiting for a west-bound train, lay upon the grass, surrounded by their tired children; and she had sent Millicent down the street to buy fruit to distribute among the travelers.

She liked to watch the French Canadian girls who slipped quietly up the broad cathedral steps.

They were the daughters of the rank and file, but their movements were graceful and they were tastefully dressed.

Then the blue-shirted, sinewy men, who strolled past, smoking, roused her curiosity.

They had not acquired their free, springy stride in the cities; these were adventurers who had met with strange experiences in the frozen North and the lonely West.