Here she is in a stylish dress, striking a comical pose on the veranda. Here she is holding a horse by the bridle, grinning hugely, with her riding hat pulled down over her eyes. Yet her friends later remembered her as somehow reserved, shy in a way that was hard to identify, as if some part of her were always hanging back to observe her own experience from the outside. As if she were consciously testing the fabric of the romance to see if it would
