I did think that poor child Matty looked so frightfully burnt yesterday, and there's nothing like bathing the face and neck in buttermilk, to get rid of the ugly redness.

My word, child, is that a ring at the hall door?
Then I'll be off, but I'll be in the garden handy within call, in case you should want me, my pet." As Captain Bertram entered the drawing-room Mrs.Meadowsweet's trailing skirts might have been seen disappearing down the steps which led from the French window to the garden.

Beatrice said to herself with an inward smile: "From the dear old mother's way, any one would suppose I was going to receive a lover," and then she raised her eyes, and a very lover-like gaze met hers.
The expression in Captain Bertram's dark eyes joined to the thought which had flown into her heart, made the young girl flush up almost painfully.

This sudden blush caused the gallant wooer's heart to beat with rapture, and he instantly changed his tactics and resolved, instead of giving Beatrice a half confidence with regard to his troubles, to take the apparently unapproachable fortress by storm.
"I had a long story to tell you, but I find I can't tell it," he said.
Then he looked at her again, as he knew how momentous were the words which must follow, he turned pale.
"Sit down," said Beatrice.

"Come over to the window and sit down.