As he swung off his bicycle, Miriam saw him look round at the house eagerly.

He would be disappointed if the visitor had not come.

Miriam went out to meet him, bowing her head because of the sunshine.

Nasturtiums were coming out crimson under the cool green shadow of their leaves.

The girl stood, dark-haired, glad to see him.
"Hasn't Clara come ?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Miriam in her musical tone.