"Not exactly, but it is an honest, winning face."

"So broad, and such a wide mouth, and no style at all, as I should
have expected after all that about lords and ladies! An old blue
serge and sailor hat!"

"You don't expect people to drive about the country in silk attire?"

"Well, perhaps she is not out! Sister, do you know I am seventeen?"

"Yes, my dear, certainly."

"Oh, look, look, there's a dear little calf!" broke in Thekla, "and,
oh! what horns the cows have. I shall be afraid to go near them!
Was it only a sham mad bull when the little girl ran into the pond?"

"It was the railway whistle, and she had never heard it in the
fields. She rushed away in a great fright and ran into the pond,
full of horrible black mud. The gentlemen heard the scream and
dragged her out, and it would have all been fun and a good story if
she had not been so much afraid of the French lady's maid. It is
curious how the sight of those brown eyes brought the whole scene
back to me. We all grew so fond of Mysie Merrifield in the few days
we spent together, and she is very little altered."

"Is she out?" asked Vera once more.

"Oh, yes, she cannot be less than twenty."

"And I am seventeen," said Vera, returning to the charge. "I ought