Shrinking, blushing, and horribly conscious of her pants, Jane followed Nora from her bedroom.

A swift glance she threw around the room.

To her joy it was empty but for Mrs.
Gwynne, who was ready with a big glass of rich milk and a slice of home-made bread and delicious butter.
"Good morning, my dear," said Mrs.Gwynne, kissing her.

"You will need something before you ride.

You will have breakfast after your return." Jane went close to her and stood beside her, still blushing.