Then she brought from the car the bucket of pulp she had taken from the barrel cactus, transferred it to a piece of cheesecloth and deftly extracted the juice.

To this she added the contents of a thermos bottle containing a pint of sugar that had been brought to the boiling point with a pint of water and poured over some chopped spearmint to which had been added the juice of half a dozen lemons and three or four oranges.

From a small, metal-lined compartment, Linda took a chunk of ice and dropped it into this mixture.
She was sitting on the ground, one foot doubled under her, the other extended.

She had taken off her hat; the wind and the bushes had roughened her hair.

Exercise had brought deep red to her cheeks and her lips.