As she came toward me, greeting me, I could not help remarking again the lithe and springy limb-movement with which she walked, and her fine, firm skin.

Her neck, free in a sailor collar, with white sweater open at the throat, seemed almost redoubtably strong to my sleepless, jaundiced eyes.

Her hair, under a white knitted cap, was smooth and well-groomed.

In fact, the totality of impression she conveyed was of a well-groomedness one would not expect of a sea-captain's daughter, much less of a woman who had been sea-sick.
Life!--that is the key of her, the essential note of her--life and health.

I'll wager she has never entertained a morbid thought in that practical, balanced, sensible head of hers.
"And how have you been ?" she asked, then rattled on with sheer exuberance ere I could answer.