And mingled with misgiving was a surprise that she had not tired of Oak Creek.

In spite of all, and of the dislike she vaunted to herself, the truth stared at her--she was not tired.
The long-delayed visit to see Glenn working on his own farm must result in her talking to him about his work; and in a way not quite clear she regretted the necessity for it.

To disapprove of Glenn! She received faint intimations of wavering, of uncertainty, of vague doubt.

But these were cried down by the dominant and habitable voice of her personality.
Presently through the shaded and shadowed breadth of the belt of forest she saw gleams of a sunlit clearing.

And crossing this space to the border of trees she peered forth, hoping to espy Glenn at his labors.
She saw an old shack, and irregular lines of rude fence built of poles of all sizes and shapes, and several plots of bare yellow ground, leading up toward the west side of the canyon wall.