Some she had told before, but she did not know it.

She said them to a little girl in a white frock, with her hair freshly curled, carrying a doll, and she ran away crying with fright.

She said them to three barefooted boys loping along in the dust, with berry-pails, and they laughed and turned around and mocked her, calling the words after her.

When she went up the path to the Maxwell house, she said them where the shadow of a pine-tree fell darkly in front of her like the shadow of a man.
She said them when she stood before the door of the house whose hospitality she had usurped.

There was a little crowd at her heels, but she did not notice them until she was entering the door.