Miss Ida's wonderfully liked by all the people, sir; in fact, you might say that they worship her." "I can understand it," said Stafford, almost to himself.
"It must have been great change to her," continued the landlord, "coming down here from London to such a wild, out-of-the-way place; many young ladies would have lost heart and pined and fretted; but she's a true Heron, is Miss Ida, and she faced the thing fairly and buckled to, as you may say.

She took the whole thing on her shoulders, and though she couldn't coax the squire out of his shell, she takes care of him and runs the whole place as if she were a man.

Yes, sir, though she's only a girl, as you saw yourself, she manages the house and the farm as if she were a woman of forty.

It's wonderful how she's picked it up.

I honestly believe there isn't a man in the place as knows more about horses, as I said, than she does; but that's in the blood, sir, and she can ride--well, you saw for yourself." "And has she no society, no amusements; doesn't she go out, have friends, I mean ?" The landlord shook his head.
"No, sir; she just lives there with the squire, and they see no one, receive no visits and pay none.