CHAPTER XVIII.
LEARNING TO BE A LADY.
The books sent for by Mr.Howitt came a few days after the adventure at the ranch, and Sammy, with all the intensity of her nature, plunged at once into the work mapped out for her by the shepherd.
All through the long summer and autumn, the girl spent hours with her teacher out on the hillside.

Seated on some rocky bench, or reclining on the grassy slope, she would recite the lessons he gave her, or listen to him, as he read aloud from character forming books, pausing now and then to slip in some comment to make the teaching clear, or to answer her eager questions.
At other times, while they followed the sheep, leisurely, from one feeding ground to another, he provoked her to talk of the things they were reading, and, while he thus led her to think, he as carefully guarded her speech and language.
At first they took the old familiar path of early intellectual training, but, little by little, he taught her to find the way for herself.

Always as she advanced, he encouraged her to look for the life that is more than meat, and always, while they read and talked together, there was opened before them the great book wherein God has written, in the language of mountain, and tree, and sky, and flower, and brook, the things that make truly wise those who pause to read.
From her mother, and from her own free life in the hills, Sammy had a body beautiful with the grace and strength of perfect physical womanhood.

With this, she had inherited from many generations of gentle-folk a mind and spirit susceptible of the highest culture.

Unspoiled by the hot-house, forcing process, that so often leaves the intellectual powers jaded and weak, before they have fully developed, and free from the atmosphere of falsehood and surface culture, in which so many souls struggle for their very existence, the girl took what her teacher had to offer and made it her own.