She would be like the pioneer women of early times, he imagined; rugged and energetic and full of resources.

But he had not expected this gentleness of manner, this unconscious dignity and a certain poise that reminded him of--he was puzzled to think of what it _did_ remind him.

Later, it came to him, as he continued to watch her.

Not for naught had Mary set up a shrine to her idolized Princess Winsome and striven to grow like her in every way possible.

Not in feature, of course, but often in manner there was a fleeting, shadowy undefinable something that recalled her.
In her younger days she would have appropriated Phil as her rightful audience, and would have swung along beside him, amusing him with her original and unsolicited opinions of everything they passed.