And the tame red and fallow deer looked at her suspiciously from a distance, as if she might turn into a motor-car.

In those morning walks she did not again see his lips forming words that frightened her, and she began to be quite sure that he had stopped swearing to himself because she had spoken to him so seriously.
Once he looked at her so long and with so much earnestness that she asked him what he was thinking of, and he gently pushed back the broad-brimmed hat she wore, so as to see her forehead and beautiful golden hair.
'You are growing very like your mother,' he said, after a little while.
They had stopped in the broad drive, and little Ida gazed gravely up at him for a moment.

Then she put up her arms.
'I think I want to give you a kiss, Mr.Van Torp,' she said with the utmost gravity.

'You're so good to me.' Mr.Van Torp stooped, and she put her arms round his short neck and kissed the hard, flat cheek once, and he kissed hers rather awkwardly.
'Thank you, my dear,' he said, in an odd voice, as he straightened himself.
He took her hand again to walk on, and the great iron mouth was drawn a little to one side, and it looked as if the lips might have trembled if they had not been so tightly shut.

Perhaps Mr.Van Torp had never kissed a child before.
She was very happy and contented, for she had spent most of her life in a New England village alone with Miss More, and the great English country-house was full of wonder and mystery for her, and the park was certainly the Earthly Paradise.