Shad tried to signal to her behind his back some mysterious warning, and even Mr.Hicks looked jocular.
Kit leaned both hands on the railing, and stared hard at the trespasser.
He was a young man, dressed in a light gray suit with high sport boots.

He was, as Mrs.Gorham expressed it later, "light complected" and tanned so deeply that his blonde, curly hair seemed even lighter.

He lifted his hat to Kit, with one foot on the lower step, while Mr.Robbins called up: "Mr.Howard, my dear, our fruit expert from Washington, whom I was expecting." And Kit bowed, blushing furiously and wishing with all her heart she might have silenced Evie's audible and disappointed ejaculation: "Didn't he hook huckleberries after all ?".