Why had she stretched out her arms to the glowing west with such a gesture of entreaty?
Of course it might have been just girlish dissatisfaction with a toilsome, colourless life, or it might be that there were ambitions and desires which had to be sternly repressed.
"I wonder if we shall be friends ?" she said presently, speaking aloud because she had entirely forgotten that she was not alone.
"Friends with whom ?" asked her father sleepily.

He was still sitting on the bench by the hut door, and Mary was leaning against the doorpost.

She had been standing so ever since she came down the hill, and her thoughts were still busy with the girl who had looked so tired and carried such heavy burdens.
"I have seen a girl this evening, such a pretty girl, and so graceful in her movements, but she was doing a portage as if she were a man, and I felt that I should like to know her," Mary answered, her voice and manner more dreamy than usual.

Indeed, it seemed as if the place had laid a spell upon her already.
"Probably you will have what you want, and then you will find yourself disappointed.

You must not expect to find much refinement and culture in a wild place like this," Mr.Selincourt said.
"I do not look for it.