"Ah, you mean the back view of her," Ralph suggested.
"What she says is true," his cousin answered; "you＇ll never be serious. I like the great country stretching away beyond the rivers and across the prairies,blooming and smiling and spreading till it stops at the green Pacific! A strong, sweet, fresh odour seems to rise from it, and Henrietta—pardon my simile—has something of that odour in her garments."
Isabel blushed a little as she concluded this speech,and the blush, together with the momentary ardour she had thrown into it, was so becoming to her that Ralph stood smiling at her for a moment after she had ceased speaking. "I＇m not sure the Paci昀c＇s so green as that,"he said; "but you＇re a young woman of imagination.Henrietta, however, does smell of the Future—it almost knocks one down!"