She was dressed neatly in a little blue cotton wrapper, and her pretty hair was arranged as usual, with the exception of one tiny curl-paper on her forehead.

Lucy's hand went nervously to this curl-paper.
"Oh, good-morning!" she said, breathlessly, as if she had been running.
Horace returned her greeting gravely.

"Can I see you a few moments, Miss Lucy ?" he said.
A wild light came into the girl's eyes.

Her cheeks flushed again.
Again she spoke in her nervous, panting voice, and asked him in.

She led the way into the parlor and excused herself flutteringly.