You were cutting some roses only a few yards away from her.

That VERY fair girl ?" Mrs.MacNairn paused a moment and looked puzzled.
"Mildred Keith is fair," she reflected, "but she was not there then.

I don't recall seeing a girl.

I was cutting some buds for Mrs.Anstruther.
I--" She paused again and turned toward her son, who was standing watching us.

I saw their eyes meet in a rather arrested way.
"It was not Mildred Keith," he said.