Keep in the shade as much as you can; it is going to be dreadfully hot again, I b'lieve." In the lane, in spite of the shade, the heat was already stifling, the high hedges seemed to shut it in, and to keep out the air.
Huldah, hurrying along over the rough ground, felt her face growing scarlet, and her breath coming quick.

She was almost glad to get out on the high road, for though the glare of the sun was blinding, and there was no shade, it was less stifling there; but it was not the discomfort that she minded so much, her great desire was to look her best when she had to face Miss Rose.

So she walked on the grass by the road-side, to keep her from getting dusty, and every now and then her hands went up to her cheeks, to feel if they were very, very hot; and indeed, between nervousness, and the heat, her cheeks were very, very scarlet by the time she reached the vicarage, and had found the back door.
Obedient to her orders, she knocked gently, so gently that for a time no one heard her, and she was about to knock for the third time, when a lady came round from the front of the house and caught sight of her.
She was a young lady, tall and thin and pretty, with such shining golden hair that it made Huldah wink to look at it gleaming in the sunshine.
"Can't you make anyone hear?
I expect cook is busy; you must knock more loudly." She smiled kindly as she spoke, and her eyes were so gentle and pretty that Huldah scarcely heard what she was saying, for looking at them.

"It must be Miss Rose herself," she thought to herself.
"Please, ma'am, I--I wanted to see Miss Rose," she stammered out at last.

"Please, ma'am, are you--" "I am Miss Rose Carew, yes.