She disliked nature in its crude state; she preferred it softened and toned down to drawing-room pitch.
She glanced up in disapproval as Ruth's laugh sounded in the hall.
"Rachel, tell her that lunch is waiting," she said to the colored girl at her side.
Carter looked up as Ruth came breezily into the room.

She wore her riding-habit, and her hair was tossed by her brisk morning canter.
"You don't look as if you had danced all night," he said.

"Did the mare behave herself ?" "She's a perfect beauty, Carter.

I rode her round the old mill-dam, 'cross the ford, and back by the Hollises'.

Now I'm perfectly famished.