Vouchsafing no reply, he attempted to pass her and enter the house.

But Britta settled her arms more defiantly than ever, and her voice had a sharper ring as she said-- "It's no use your coming in! There's no one here but me.

The master has gone out for the day." "Young woman," returned Mr.Dyceworthy with polite severity, "I regret to see that your manners stand in sore need of improvement.

Your master's absence is of no importance to me.

It is with the Froeken Thelma I desire to speak." Britta laughed and tossed her rough brown curls back from her forehead.
Mischievous dimples came and went at the corners of her mouth--indications of suppressed fun.
"The Froeken is out too," she said demurely.