She picked out books for me to read.

She always seemed to understand just what I wanted to know, and how to give it to me.
While Terry and Alima struck sparks and parted--he always madly drawn to her and she to him--she must have been, or she'd never have stood the way he behaved--Ellador and I had already a deep, restful feeling, as if we'd always had one another.

Jeff and Celis were happy; there was no question of that; but it didn't seem to me as if they had the good times we did.
Well, here is the Herland child facing life--as Ellador tried to show it to me.

From the first memory, they knew Peace, Beauty, Order, Safety, Love, Wisdom, Justice, Patience, and Plenty.

By "plenty" I mean that the babies grew up in an environment which met their needs, just as young fawns might grow up in dewy forest glades and brook-fed meadows.