The air was like scented wine.

She drew a long breath.
"How lovely it is!" she said to herself, and kissed her hand to the mountain.

"Good-night, you beautiful thing." She woke with the first beam of yellow sun, after eight hours of dreamless sleep, with a keen sense of renovation and refreshment.

A great splashing was going on in the opposite wing, and manly voices hushed to suppressed tones were audible.

Then came a sound of boots on the porch; and peeping from behind her curtain, she saw Clarence and his friend striding across the grass in the direction of the stock-huts.