Keeping very still the young woman watched until they disappeared around the mountain.

Then, lifting her arms above her head, she stretched her lithe form out upon the warm rocky couch with the freedom and grace of a wild thing of the woods.
Sammy Lane knew nothing of the laws and customs of the, so-called, best society.

Her splendid young womanhood was not the product of those social traditions and rules that kill the instinct of her kind before it is fairly born.

She was as free and as physically perfect as any of the free creatures that lived in the hills.

And, keenly alive to the life that throbbed and surged about her, her woman's heart and soul responded to the spirit of the season.