She was born to live at the West." "Was I?
It seems queer then that I should have been born to live in Burnet." "Oh, we'll change all that." "I'm sure I don't see how." "There are ways and means," oracularly.
Mrs.Watson was so cast down by the misadventure to her parasol that she expressed no regret at not being asked to join in the picnic next day, especially as she understood that it consisted of young people.

Mrs.Hope very rightly decided that a whole day out of doors, in a rough place, would give pain rather than pleasure to a person who was both so feeble and so fussy, and did not suggest her going.

Clover and Phil waked up quite fresh and untired after a sound night's sleep.

There seemed no limit to what might be done and enjoyed in that inexhaustibly renovating air.
Odin's Garden proved to be a wonderful assemblage of rocky shapes rising from the grass and flowers of a lonely little plain on the far side of the mesa, four or five miles from St.Helen's.

The name of the place came probably from something suggestive in the forms of the rocks, which reminded Clover of pictures she had seen of Assyrian and Egyptian rock carvings.