"He isn't good enough for Del," he said to himself.

"But, then, who is?
And he'll help her to the sort of setting she's best fitted for.

What side they'll put on, once they get going! She'll set a new pace--and it'll be a grand one." At the top of the last curve in the steep road up from Deer Creek the horses halted of themselves to rest; Arthur and his sister gazed out upon the vast, dreamy vision--miles on miles of winding river shimmering through its veil of silver mist, stately hills draped in gauziest blue.
It was such uplifting vistas that inspired the human imagination, in the days of its youth, to breathe a soul into the universe and make it a living thing, palpitant with love and hope; it was an outlook that would have moved the narrowest, the smallest, to think in the wide and the large.

Wherever the hills were not based close to the water's edge or rose less abruptly, there were cultivated fields; and in each field, far or near, men were at work.

These broad-hatted, blue-shirted toilers in the ardent sun determined the turn of Adelaide's thoughts.
"It doesn't seem right, does it," said she, "that so many--almost everybody--should have to work so hard just to get enough to eat and to wear and a place to sleep, when there's so much of everything in the world--and when a few like us don't have to work at all and have much more than they need, simply because one happened to be born in such or such conditions.