She had never joined another hunt or wished to hear another story of the hunt, saying she flattered herself she could be resourceful enough to gain her pleasures in some other way than crazing gentle creatures with terror.

Ann made her think of that quivering fawn, suggesting, as the fawn had suggested, what life might have been in a woods uninvaded.

She had a vision of Ann as the creature of pure delight she had been fashioned to be, loving life and not knowing fear.
From which musings she broke off with a hearty: "Good drive!" and Ann looked up inquiringly.
She pointed to the teeing ground some men were just leaving--caddies straggling on behind, two girls driving in a runabout along the river road calling gaily over to the men.

It all seemed sunny and unfettered as the morning.
"I'll wager he feels good," she laughed.

"I know no more exhilarating feeling than that thing of having just made a good drive.