MONDAY NOON
And she is color-mad : brown rocks , yellow sand , gray moss , green foliage , blue sky ; the pearl of the dawn , the purple shadows on the mountains , the golden islands floating in crimson seas at sunset , the pallid moon sailing through the shredded cloud-rack , the star-jewels glittering in the wastes of space -- none of them is of any practical value , so far as I can see , but because they have color and majesty , that is enough for her , and she loses her mind over them . If she could quiet down and keep still a couple minutes at a time , it would be a reposeful spectacle . In that case I think I could enjoy looking at her ; indeed I am sure I could , for I am coming to realize that she is a quite remarkably comely creature -- lithe , slender , trim , rounded , shapely , nimble , graceful ; and once when she was standing marble-white and sun-drenched on a boulder , with her young head tilted back and her hand shading her eyes , watching the flight of a bird in the sky , I recognized that she was beautiful . MONDAY NOON . -- If there is anything on the planet that she is not interested in it is not in my list . There are animals that I am indifferent to , but it is not so with her . She has no discrimination , she takes to all of them , she thinks they are all treasures , every new one is welcome .