She could catch only the wine of a high, clean air, the breath of pine trees, the feeling of space, appreciable even by the blind.
Suddenly she began to sob.

Sim Gage by now had somewhat quieted his wild team, and he looked at her, his face puckered into a perturbed frown.
"Now, now," he said, "don't you take on, little woman." He was abashed at his daring, but himself felt almost like tears, as things now were.
"It'll all come right.

Don't you worry none.

Don't be scared of these horses a-tall, ma'am; I can handle 'em all right.

We got to see that doctor." But when presently they had driven the half mile to the village, he learned that the doctor was not in town.
"We can't do anything," said she.