"You love this outlook?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do you sit here often?"
"Every evening."
"Is it the sunset that you care for, the roar of the river, just
being here high above it all?"
"It's that last, perhaps; I don't know."
"Haven't you been lonely?"
"No."
"You'd rather be here with the sheep than be in Lund, or Salt
Lake City, as Esther and Judith want to be?"
"Yes."
Any other reply from her would not have been consistent with the
impression she was making on him. As yet he had hardly regarded her
as a young girl; she had been part of this beautiful desert-land.
But he began to see in her a responsive being, influenced by his
presence. If the situation was wonderful to him what must it be for
her? Like a shy, illusive creature, unused to men, she was troubled
by questions,
