She grew in those days of her early girlhood to have firm belief in those things which she never saw nor heard, and the belief had not wholly deserted her.

She never saw a wood-nymph stretch out a white arm from a tree, but she believed in the possibility of it, and the belief gave her a curious delight.

When she returned to the house for her scanty, elegantly served dinner with the three elder ladies, her eyes would be misty with these fancies and her mouth would wear the inscrutable smile of a baby's at the charm of them.
When she first came to East Westland she was a profound mystery to Horace, who had only known well two distinct types of girls--the purely provincial and her reverse.

Rose, with her mixture of the two, puzzled him.

While she was not in the least shy, she had a reserve which caused her to remain a secret to him for some time.