The girl was very young and the man who met her in the dark was obviously a wastrel.
When they returned for breakfast Barbara had joined the others and wore soft Indian moccasins.

Bob looked at Harry and understood his frown.
Harry had played up when he helped her home, but he, no doubt, thought the game ought to stop.

Bob wondered whether Barbara knew, because she turned her head when Harry advanced.
After breakfast, Mrs.Vernon, carrying a small bottle, joined Mrs.
Cartwright's party under the pines outside the tent.

The dew was drying and the water shone like a mirror, but it was cool in the shade.

Barbara occupied a camp-chair and rested her foot on a stone, Mrs.Cartwright knitted, and Grace studied a philosophical book.