She felt very small and lonely lying there in the deep forest, and, try how she would, it was impossible to think the same then as she did in the clear light of day.

Resentment, pride, anger--these seemed abated now.
If the events of the day had not changed her, they had at least brought up softer and kinder memories and emotions than she had known for long.
Nothing hurt and saddened her so much as to remember the gay, happy days of her childhood, her sweet mother, her, old home.

Then her thought returned to Isbel and his gift.

It had been years since anyone had made her a gift.

What could this one be?
It did not matter.