The packer, with his lean, symmetrical litheness, his pleasant English face, his clear eyes, and his clean, bronzed skin, was certainly well-favored physically, and she began to wonder whether her companion could not have gone further in her comments; until she remembered again that the commencement of a good many troubles is probably woman's curiosity.
The canoes were launched after breakfast, and it was afternoon when they pitched camp beside a still, blue lake.

Then Major Kinnaird strolled away with a trout-rod to a neighboring rapid, and Mrs.
Kinnaird went to sleep in a hammock.

Her daughter got out her sketch-book, and sitting down among the boulders bade Ida summon Weston.

He came, and stood looking at them inquiringly, picturesque in his wide hat and his fringed deerskin jacket.

Miss Kinnaird pursed up her face.
"I want to make a sketch of you.