There was no dust, as he had said; what had at first half suffocated her seemed to be some stimulating aroma of creation that filled the narrow green aisles, and now imparted a strange vigor and excitement to her as she walked along.

Meantime her guide was not conversationally idle.

Now, no doubt, she had never seen anything like this before?
It was ordinary wheat, only it was grown on adobe soil--the richest in the valley.

These stalks, she could see herself, were ten and twelve feet high.

That was the trouble, they all ran too much to stalk, though the grain yield was "suthen' pow'ful." She could tell that to her friends, for he reckoned she was the only young lady that had ever walked under such a growth.