"This Proddy Gal may want a return ticket yet!" "I'll walk first!" said Diantha.
"O Dr.Major," cried her mother from the window, "Don't go! We want you to stay to supper of course!" But he had other calls to make, he said, and went away, his big hands clasped behind him; his head bent, smiling one minute and shaking his head the next.
Diantha leaned against a pearly eucalyptus trunk and watched him.

She would miss Dr.Major.But who was this approaching?
Her heart sank miserably.

Mrs.Warden--and _all_ the girls.
She went to meet them--perforce.

Mrs.Warden had always been kind and courteous to her; the girls she had not seen very much of, but they had the sweet Southern manner, were always polite.

Ross's mother she must love.