I thought I would surprise you with Leila." As the Squire kissed her, Leila and the maid came from the car to the platform loaded with bundles.
John stood still.

Nature had been busy with her artist-work.

A year had gone by--the year of maturing growth of mind and body for a girl nearing sixteen.

Unprepared for her change, John felt at once that this was a woman, who quickly smiling gave him a cordial greeting and her hand.
"Why, John Penhallow," she said, "what a big boy you are grown!" It was as if an older person had spoken to a younger.

A head taller than the little Mrs.Ann, she was in the bloom of maiden loveliness, rosy, joyous, a certain new stateliness in her movements.