"I didn't hinder them." "I think they wanted to be alone." "When they set in the moonlight, I'm going to set, too," said Sylvia.
She slipped off her gown carefully over her head.

When the head emerged Henry saw that it was carried high with the same rigidity which had lately puzzled him, and that her face had that same expression of stern isolation.
"Sylvia," said Henry.
"Well ?" "Does anything worry you lately ?" Sylvia looked at him with sharp suspicion.

"I'd like to know why you should think anything worries me," she said, "as comfortable as we are off now." "Sylvia, have you got anything on your mind ?" "I don't want to see young folks making fools of themselves," said Sylvia, shortly, and her voice had the same tone of deceit which Rose had used when she spoke of the beautiful night.
"That ain't it," said Henry, quietly.
"Well, if you want to know," said Sylvia, "she's been pestering me with wanting to pay board if she stays along here, and I've put my foot down; she sha'n't pay a cent." "Of course we can't let her," agreed Henry.

Then he added, "This was all her own aunt's property, anyway, and if there hadn't been a will it would have come to her." "There was a will," said Sylvia, fastening her cotton night-gown tightly around her skinny throat.
"Of course she's going to stay as long as she's contented, and she ain't going to pay board," said Henry; "but that ain't the trouble.
Have you got anything on your mind, Sylvia ?" "I hope so," replied Sylvia, sharply.

"I hope I've got a little something on my mind.