She stood gazing.
"What d'ye want ?" "He he told me to go in," faltered Susan.

She had no sense of reality.

It was a dream--only a dream--and she would awaken in her own clean pretty pale-gray bedroom with Ruth gayly calling her to come down to breakfast.
"Who are you ?" demanded Keziah--for at a glance it was the sister.
"I'm--I'm Susan Lenox." "Oh--Zeke Warham's niece.

Come right in." And Keziah looked as if she were about to bite and claw.
Susan pushed open the latchless gate, went up the short path to the doorstep.

"I think I'll wait till he comes," she said.
"No.