"That's a good sign--to get up and dress yourself and go into the open air.

It would give you an appetite if anything would." "Perhaps I can eat two eggs this morning," with a pretty laugh.
"Wouldn't that be wonderful ?" and she took off her hat and laid it aside on the lounge as if she meant to go out again soon.
Dowie tried not to watch her too obviously, but she could scarcely keep her eyes from her.

She knew that she must not ask her questions at the risk of "losing an advantage." She had, in fact, never been one of the women who must ask questions.

There was however something eerie in remembering her queer feeling about the crying of the wind, silly though she had decided it to be, and something which made it difficult to go about all day knowing nothing but seeing strange signs.

She had been more afraid for Robin than she would have admitted even to herself.