He lay back contentedly and watched her.
Hers was a lithe, vigorous figure in a white apron and a checkered dress of some soft material.

She wore no collar; her sleeves were shoved up above the elbows, revealing a pair of slightly browned hands and white, rounded arms.

Her eyes were brown as her hair--the latter in a tumble of graceful disorder.

Through half closed eyes he was appraising her in a riot of admiration that threatened completely to bias his judgment.

And yet women had interested him very little.
Perhaps that was because he had never seen a woman like this one.