Cold, sweet, dry, exhilarating, it breathed of untainted vastness.

Carley's memory pictures of the Adirondacks faded into pastorals; her vaunted images of European scenery changed to operetta settings.

She had nothing with which to compare this illimitable space.
"Oh!--America!" was her unconscious tribute.
Stanton and Flo had come on to places beside her.

The young man laughed.
"Wal, now Miss Carley, you couldn't say more.

When I was in camp trainin' for service overseas I used to remember how this looked.