Such trifles had these many years passed out of the dress-maker's life.
So Miss Gossaway, busy with her own thoughts, kept on her way unnoticed by either Lucy or Bart.
When she reached the cross-road she met Doctor John driving in.

He tightened the reins on the sorrel and stopped.
"Lovely afternoon, Miss Gossaway.

Where are you from--looking at the sunset ?" "No, I ain't got no time for spoonin'.

I might be if I was Miss Jane and Bart Holt.

Just see 'em a spell ago squattin' down behind the House o' Refuge.