He stared, took off his hat.

He had close-cropped wavy hair and eyes as gray as Susan's own, but it was a blue-gray instead of violet.

His skin was fair, too, and his expression intelligent and sympathetic.

In spite of his hat, and his blue cotton shirt, and trousers rolled high on bare sunburned legs, there was nothing of the yokel about him.
"I beg your pardon," he exclaimed half humorously.

"I thought it was my cousin Nell." "No," said Susan, disarmed by his courtesy and by the frank engaging manner of it.
"I didn't mean to intrude." He showed white teeth in a broad smile.