Listen!" Ida did so.

She heard the hoarse fret of the river, and the faint elfin sighing high up in the top of the firs.
It was the old earth music, and it drowned the recollection of social conventions and caste distinctions.

It was the same to camp-packer and rich contractor's daughter.

As Ida listened it seemed to stir the primitive impulses of her human nature.

She took alarm and stopped her ears to it.
"Is it wise to listen ?" she asked.