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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: she is in her Indian Summer."
Lute nodded approval. "That's a sweet way of putting it--Indian Summer. It
just describes her. But she's not lazy. She has all the fire and none of the
folly. She is very wise, what of her years."
"That accounts for it," Chris demurred. "Her folly passed with her youth.
Many's the lively time she's given you."
"No," Lute answered. "I never knew her really to cut up. I think the only
trouble she ever gave me was when I was training her to open gates. She was
afraid when they swung back upon her--the animal's fear of the trap, perhaps.
But she bravely got over it. And she never was vicious. She never bolted, nor
bucked, nor cut up in all her life--never, not once."
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