Why, it's twenty year come Michaelmas since you said 'Good-bye.' And little miss was with you.

Ah, dear! It do make me think of them days to see you in the old place again.

I always said as I'd never see the match of little miss but this young lady, sir--she's just such another, bless her." Merefleet, with his eyes on the busy white hands at the table, smiled at the eulogy.
The American girl glanced at him and laughed more softly than usual.
"Isn't he fine ?" she said.

"I just love that old man." Somehow that peculiar voice of hers did not jar upon him quite so painfully as he sat and watched her at her dexterous work.

There was something about her employment that revealed to him a side of her that her frivolous manner would never have led him to suspect.