She stood at the open window; her gaze steadily bent on the strip of narrow road that traversed the wide moor before her.
'Ain't you hungry?
I mean, ain't you famished, child ?' asked Kate.
'No, I don't think so.

I could eat, but I believe I could go without eating just as well.' 'Well, I must dine; and if you were not looking so nice and fresh, with a rose-bud in your hair and your white dress so daintily looped up, I'd ask leave not to dress.' 'If you were to smooth your hair, and, perhaps, change your boots--' 'Oh I know, and become in every respect a little civilised.

My poor dear cousin, what a mission you have undertaken among the savages.

Own it honestly, you never guessed the task that was before you when you came here.' 'Oh, it's very nice savagery, all the same,' said the other, smiling pleasantly.
'There now!' cried Kate, as she threw her hat to one side, and stood arranging her hair before the glass.

'I make this toilet under protest, for we are going in to luncheon, not dinner, and all the world knows, and all the illustrated newspapers show, that people do not dress for lunch.