She grew as lazy as a cat and day by day renewed her strength from the hills and from Edith's little brood.
Roger had feared trouble there, for he knew how Edith disapproved of her sister's new ideas.

But although much with the children, Deborah apparently had no new ideas at all.

She seemed to be only listening.

One balmy day at sunset, Roger saw her lying on the grass with George sprawled by her side.
Her head upon one arm, she appeared to be watching the cattle in the sloping pasture above.

Slowly, as though each one of them was drawn by mysterious unseen chains, they were drifting down toward the barn where it was almost milking time.