Her figure was blocked and heavy in her gardening costume, a man's black hat pulled low down over her eyes, clodhopper shoes, a figured print dress almost completely covered by a big corduroy apron. (5)
Her face was eager and mature and handsome; even her work with the chrysanthemums was over-eager, over-powerful. (6)
"I wish you'd work out in the orchard and raise some apples that big."
Her eyes sharpened. "Maybe I could do it, too. I've a gift with things all right." […]
"Well it sure works with flowers," he said. (12-14)