He had come into the barn to find a single-tree in place of one which had broken.

While he was looking for it, Julia had come, and he had stood and looked, unable to decide whether to speak or not, uncertain how deeply she might be offended, since she had never once let her eyes rest on him at dinner.

And when she had come to the edge of the mow and stopped there in a reverie, August had been utterly spell-bound.
A minute she blushed.

Then, perceiving her opportunity, she dropped herself to the floor and walked up to August.
"August, you are to be turned off to-morrow night." "What have I done?
Anything wrong ?" "No." "Why do they send me away ?" "Because--because--" Julia stopped.
But silence is often better than speech.

A sudden intelligence came into the blue eyes of August.