It frequently happened that the place where one was inspired keen sense of the attractions of some other place.

But this time there was no place she would rather be than just where she found herself.

For she was a little tired, after a long round of visits at gay places, and this quiet, beautiful island out in the Mississippi--large, apart, serene--seemed a great lap into which to sink.
She liked the quarters: big old-fashioned houses in front of which the long stretch of green sloped down to the river.

There was something peculiarly restful in the spaciousness and stability, a place which the disagreeable or distressing things of life could not invade.

Most of the women were away, which was the real godsend, for the dreariness and desolation of pleasure would be eliminated.