For once the place seemed deserted by the children.

A birch, the only tree in the enclosure, cast fluttering shadow on the closely cropped sod.

Sunlight sparkled on the river and on the row of tin milk pans set out near the kitchen door.

To this door Eliza went slowly, fanning herself with her handkerchief, for the walk had been warm.

She saw Miss Rexford was in the kitchen alone, attending to some light cookery.
"I heard company in the front room, so I came round here till they were gone." "You are not usually shy," said Sophia.
Eliza sat down on a chair by the wall.