Her enjoyment of all things was so normal as to be in her day and time an absolute abnormality.
She rose and dressed at once, eager for the open air and sunshine.

She was out upon the lawn before any one else but the Borzoi, which rose from beneath a tree and came with stately walk toward her.

The air was exquisite, the broad, beautiful stretch of view lay warm in the sun, the masses of flowers on the herbaceous borders showed leaves and flower-cups adorned with glittering drops of dew.

She walked across the spacious sweep of short-cropped sod, and gazed enraptured at the country spread out below.

She could have kissed the soft white sheep dotting the fields and lying in gentle, huddled groups under the trees.
"The darlings!" she said, in a little, effusive outburst.
She talked to the dog and fondled him.