"You would get drenched if you ventured out." "But I can't stay here all day," she remarked, with a laugh.

"I have a great deal to do: I have to see that the sheep have not strayed, and that the cows are in the meadows; the fences are bad in places, and the stupid creatures are always straying.

It is wonderful how quickly a cow finds a weak place in a fence." Stafford's face grew red, a brick-dust red.
"It's not fit work for you," he said.

"You--you are only a girl; you can't be strong enough to face such weather, to do such work." The beautiful eyes grew wide and gazed at him with girlish amusement, and something of indignation.
"I'm older than you think.

I'm not a girl!" she retorted.