She went to school in the morning, and when she came home at noon her mother always hurried to meet her and kissed her on both cheeks.

Sandy had got quite in the habit of watching for her at the side window where she came to study.

He leaned forward now to see if she were there.
"I thought so!" cried Mrs.Hollis, looking over his shoulder.

"There comes the Nelson phaeton this minute! Melvy, get on your white apron.
I'll wind up the cuckoo-clock and unlock the parlor door." "Who is it ?" ventured Sandy, with internal tremors.
"Hit's Mrs.Nelson an' her niece, Miss Rufe," said Aunt Melvy, nervously trying to reverse her apron after tying the bow in the front.

"Dey's big bugs, dey is.