Mildred put her arm about her friend and kissed her, somewhat to the younger girl's confused pleasure.

The two girls went up the path to the house where Mrs.Trent met them.
"Where's your baggage ?" asked the mother of the arrival, seeing she carried only a small bag and her violin case.
"This is all.

I'm not going to paint this time--just going to rest, mother said, so I do not need a lot of baggage." "Well, come in Honey; and you too, Carlia.

Dinner is about ready, an' you'll stay." By a little urging Carlia remained, and pretty soon, Dorian came stamping in to be surprised.
"Yes; we're all here," announced Carlia, as she tossed her black curls and laughed at his confusion.
"I see you are," he replied, as he shook hands with Mildred.

After which ceremony, it did not just look right to slight the other girl, so he shook hands with her also, much to her amusement.
"How do you do, Mr.Trent" she said.
"Carlia is such a tease," explained the mother.
"For which I like her," added Mildred.
"We all do.