Somehow, too, it did not seem very kind to carry it all away from under their visitor's very eyes.
"Well, now, I declare, I never thought of that," said granny pausing and replacing the pie on the table, "at any rate, I can but ask her.
I'll put the kettle on, in case she hasn't had any tea." Meanwhile Thomas had let their visitor in and welcomed her warmly, and they came slowly up the path together, looking at the flowers as they passed.

Jessie stood by her little chair, watching the lady.
She knew she was the Miss Grace Barley who lived in one of the pretty houses by the green, and she thought she looked as pretty as the house and just right to live in it.
When they came close Miss Grace smiled at her, then stooped and kissed her.

"You are Jessie, I know," she said kindly.

"I have seen you in church with your granny and grandfather." "Yes, miss," said Jessie shyly, not quite knowing what to say, but feeling that something was expected of her, "and I have seen you there." Mrs.Dawson came out of the house, and Miss Grace shook hands with her.

"You must wonder to see me here at this time of day, Mrs.
Dawson," she said brightly.