human
which did not fit in with her inexperience of those things amidst which she, the farm-wife, had floundered all her life. She heard her moving about the house, her joy and hope finding outlet in song such as had never echoed through the place before. And promptly she set this new phase down to the result of her associations with the young
gpt
Buck. She noted, too, an added care in her toilet, and this inspired the portentous belief that she was
human
with the same individual. But when it came to a general