'Where have you been?
What's made you like this ?' She was almost as pale as her sister, and fear pressed on her throat.
Knowing what she did, she imagined some dreadful catastrophe.

Thyrza seemed unable to speak, and her eyes were so wild, so pain-stricken, that they looked like madness.

She tried to smile, and at length said disconnectedly: 'It's nothing, Lyddy--only frightened--somebody--a drunken man--frightened me, and I fell down.

Nothing else!' Lydia could make no reply.

She did not believe the story.