She rode, she walked, she climbed a little, she dozed under her pine-tree, she worked helping Dale at camp-fire tasks, and when night came she said she did not know herself.

That fact haunted her in vague, deep dreams.

Upon awakening she forgot her resolve to study herself.

That day passed.

And then several more went swiftly before she adapted herself to a situation she had reason to believe might last for weeks and even months.
It was afternoon that Helen loved best of all the time of the day.
The sunrise was fresh, beautiful; the morning was windy, fragrant; the sunset was rosy, glorious; the twilight was sad, changing; and night seemed infinitely sweet with its stars and silence and sleep.