Seabrook came so vividly before her.

She shook her head and was looking through her tears at the little shifting leaves against the yellow sky when three geese, half-running, half-flying, scuttled across the lawn with Johnny behind them, brandishing a stick.
Mrs.Flanders flushed with anger.
"How many times have I told you ?" she cried, and seized him and snatched his stick away from him.
"But they'd escaped!" he cried, struggling to get free.
"You're a very naughty boy.

If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times.

I won't have you chasing the geese!" she said, and crumpling Mr.Floyd's letter in her hand, she held Johnny fast and herded the geese back into the orchard.
"How could I think of marriage!" she said to herself bitterly, as she fastened the gate with a piece of wire.

She had always disliked red hair in men, she thought, thinking of Mr.Floyd's appearance, that night when the boys had gone to bed.