Hurriedly he pushed in the last pin and turned away.
"Don't let mater know," he said.
Miriam picked up her books and stood in the doorway looking with chagrin at the beautiful sunset.

She would call for Paul no more, she said.
"Good-evening, Mrs.Morel," she said, in a deferential way.

She sounded as if she felt she had no right to be there.
"Oh, is it you, Miriam ?" replied Mrs.Morel coolly.
But Paul insisted on everybody's accepting his friendship with the girl, and Mrs.Morel was too wise to have any open rupture.
It was not till he was twenty years old that the family could ever afford to go away for a holiday.

Mrs.Morel had never been away for a holiday, except to see her sister, since she had been married.

Now at last Paul had saved enough money, and they were all going.