She could ride without pain, walk without losing her breath, work without blistering her hands; and in this there was compensation.

The building of the house that was to become a home, the development of water resources and land that meant the making of a ranch--these did not altogether constitute the anticipation of content.

To be active, to accomplish things, to recall to mind her knowledge of manual training, of domestic science, of designing and painting, to learn to cook--these were indeed measures full of reward, but they were not all.

In her wondering, pondering meditation she arrived at the point where she tried to assign to her love the growing fullness of her life.

This, too, splendid and all-pervading as it was, she had to reject.