He stopped, however, and glanced at the second one with a faint trace of embarrassment.

It had burst open, and several folds of filmy fabric projected.
"My hands are floury.

You might be able to shut it up," he said.
Miss Deringham stooped over the box that he might not see her face.

It was merely the skirt of an evening dress which had displayed itself, but she had guessed what the man was thinking, and remembering his excuse was not displeased with him.

When the box was in the wagon she took out a dollar, and then for no special reason put it back again.
The man was a bush teamster, but she did not feel equal to offering him a piece of silver.