If they wore high neckbands, she had none, and used a flat lace collar.

If they cut their waists straight around and gathered their skirts on six yards full, she ran hers down to a little point front and back, that made her look slenderer, and put only half as much goods in her skirt.
Maybe Laddie rode as well as she could; he couldn't manage a horse any better, and aside from him there wasn't a man we knew who would have tried to ride some of the animals she did.
If she ever worked a stroke, no one knew it.

All day long she sat in the parlour, the very best one, every day; or on benches under the trees with embroidery frames or books, some of them fearful, big, difficult looking ones, or rode over the country.

She rode in sunshine and she rode in storm, until you would think she couldn't see her way through her tangled black hair.

She rode through snow and in pouring rain, when she could have stayed out of it, if she had wanted to.