One of the boys stuffed it into a barrel, and then they all looked toward the house.
A young girl, holding up one hand to shade her eyes from the sun, was coming up the walk that led from the house to the stable.

I thought then that I never had seen such a beautiful girl, and I think so still.

She was tall and slender, and had lovely brown eyes and brown hair, and a sweet smile, and just to look at her was enough to make one love her.

I stood in the stable door, staring at her with all my might.
"Why, what a funny dog," she said, and stopped short to looked at me.

Up to this, I had not thought what a queer-looking sight I must be.