But Daisy had no exertion to make; and instead of that, her own motion seemed to give a little life to the lifeless air.

Then she was at leisure to look and enjoy; not having even to take care of her own footing.

The depth of green leafage over her head when she looked up; the depth of green shade on either hand of her, pierced by the endless colonnade of the boles of trees; how wildly beautiful it was! Daisy thought of a good many things she would like to ask Dr.
Sandford--if she had the liberty; but he did not talk about wonderful things to her now that she was well and had her own means of amusement.
Now and then Daisy had the sight of a red squirrel, running along a tree bough or scampering over the ground from one rock to another.

What jumps he would make to get out of her way! And birds were singing too, sometimes; and mosses were spread out in luxuriant patches of wood carpeting in many places; and rocks were brown and grey, and grown with other mosses and ferns; and through all this fairy work of beauty Daisy's chair went at an easy, quiet pace, with a motion that she thought it very pleasant to feel.
It was a wild old wood, which nobody had ever meddled with.

Things were just as nature's work had made them.