She had a good deal of time, now, to think, for Molly Tooney was a far more efficient servant than Phoebe had been, and although her brother gave her as much of his time as he could, she was of necessity left a good deal to herself.
She began by thinking what an exceedingly gentlemanly man her brother was; in his ordinary working clothes he had been as much at his ease with those ladies as though he had been dressed in a city costume, which, however, would not have been nearly so becoming to him as his loose flannel shirt and broad straw hat.

She then began to regret that her mind worked so slowly.

If it had been quicker to act, she would have asked that young lady to come some day and go up in the haymow with her.

It would be a positive charity to give a girl with longings, such as she saw that one had, a chance of knowing what real country life was.

It would be pleasant to show things to a girl who really wanted to know about them.