She stood looking at me over the gate, and then went on.

Run to the gate and see how far she's got--quick!" Lubin did as he was bidden without delay, looking up and down the road.

Then he returned, and soberly picked up his broom.
"There ain't no lady there," he said.

"No one in sight either way.
Must 'a been your fancy, Master Austin, I expect." "Fancy, indeed!" retorted Austin, excitedly.

"You'll tell me next it's my fancy that I'm looking at you now.