She succeeded, by the administration of tea and tonic, in coaxing the servant to perform her part.

Having slightly caught up her skirts and taken the empty pails on her arms, Sophia started ahead down the lane.
Just then some one turned in from the road.

It was Eliza, and she was in too much haste to take heed of the milking gear.
"Oh, Miss Sophia.

I'm so glad I've met you, and alone.

We've been so busy at the hotel with a cheap excursion, I've been trying all day to get a word to you.