He whined, but she hurried away, not waiting to know how he came, or with whom.

Perhaps, if Dr.Knowles had seen her face as she looked back at him, he would have thought there were depths in her nature which his probing eyes had never reached.
The wheels came close, and directly a cart stopped at the gate.

It was one of those little wagons that hucksters drive; only this seemed to be a home-made affair, patched up with wicker-work and bits of board.

It was piled up with baskets of vegetables, eggs, and chickens, and on a broken bench in the middle sat the driver, a woman.

You could not help laughing, when you looked at the whole turn-out, it had such a make-shift look altogether.