Her spirit of friendliness was inborn and inbred.

She loved everyone, so she sympathized with everyone.
Her generosity was only limited by what was in her power to give.
She came down the trail, hand in hand with the red-haired, freckled timber guard whom she had worn herself past the limit of endurance to save only a few weeks before, racing in her eagerness to reach them, and laughing her "Good morning, gentlemen," right and left.

When she was ensconced on the wagonload of tenting, she sat on a roll of canvas as a queen on her throne.

There was not a man of the gang who did not respect her.

She was a living exponent of universal brotherhood.