"I am Mrs.Ambrose." Having shaken hands, she said, "That's my niece." Rachel approached awkwardly.

She held out her hand, but withdrew it.
"It's all wet," she said.
Scarcely had they spoken, when the first carriage drew up.
The donkeys were quickly jerked into attention, and the second carriage arrived.

By degrees the grove filled with people--the Elliots, the Thornburys, Mr.Venning and Susan, Miss Allan, Evelyn Murgatroyd, and Mr.Perrott.

Mr.Hirst acted the part of hoarse energetic sheep-dog.

By means of a few words of caustic Latin he had the animals marshalled, and by inclining a sharp shoulder he lifted the ladies.