There was a new light in her eyes.

"My dear, dear friends," she said softly.
A shrill whistle broke in upon this little love feast and the three girls looked up.

David was hurrying down the walk, his face aglow.
"I whistled to attract your attention.

I was afraid you girls would go before I could reach you.

Mother wants you girls to come in for dinner.
She saw you from the window.