To make it all the worse this stranger had been decidedly flippant.

He had familiarly spoken to her as "a pretty little girl." Not only that, which was a great offense, but he had stared at her, and she had a confused recollection of a gaze in which admiration had been ill disguised.

Of course, it was that soldier Lydia had been telling her about.

Strangers were of so rare an occurrence in the little village that it was not probable there could be more than one.
Approaching the house she met her brother who told her she had better go indoors and let Sam put up the pony.

Accordingly, Betty called the negro, and then went into the house.