"I am Sabine Delburg," she announced.

He bowed also--and then she went into a peal of silvery laughter that seemed to contain all the glad notes of spring and youth.
"Oh, this is fun! and I--I should like some tea!" She caught sight of herself in an old mirror, which stood upon a commode.

"Goodness, what a guy I look! Why didn't you tell me that my hat was crooked!" She settled it straight, and began searching for a handkerchief up her sleeve and in her belt, but none was to be found.
So Mr.Arranstoun handed her a clean one he chanced to have in his pocket.

"I expect you want to wipe the smudge of dirt off your face," he hazarded.
She took it laughing, and showing an even row of beautiful teeth between red, full baby lips.
"You are the owner of this castle," she went on, as she gave firm rubs at the velvet pink cheeks.

"That must be nice.