He saw her there, heard her and felt her--felt how she would feel and how she would, as she usually said, "rave." Some of her young compatriots called it "yell," and in the reference itself, alas! illustrated their meaning.

She would understand the place at any rate, down to the ground; there wasn't the slightest doubt of that.

Her sense of it would be exactly like his own, and he could see, in anticipation, just the terms of recognition and rapture in which she would abound.

He knew just what she would call quaint, just what she would call bland, just what she would call weird, just what she would call wild.

She would take it all in with an intelligence much more fitted than his own, in fact, to deal with what he supposed he must regard as its literary relations.