She made up her mind that if she did she would sit far back in the wagon and not thrust her head forward at all.

"If he acts as if he thought I might be in here, and looks real hard, then it will be time for me to do my part," she thought.
Whenever she saw a man or a team in the distance, her heart beat violently, but it was never Lawrence.

All her sweet panic of expectation would have been quieted had she known that he was at that very time seated in Miss Camilla Merritt's arbor, drinking tea and eating fruit cake with her and pretty Lucina.
"Didn't you think Elmira seemed dreadful kind of flighty to-day--still as a mouse one minute and carryin' on the next ?" Sarah asked Imogen, as they were driving home in the evening.

They had waited, staying to tea and letting the horse rest, until the full moon arose.
"Yes, I did," said Imogen, "but Ann was just like her at her age.
That silk is well enough, but it ain't no such quality as my blue an' yellow changeable one." "Well, I dun'no' as it is.

I dun'no' as it's as good as my figured brown one." It was a beautiful spring night; the moon was one for lovers to light their fondest thoughts and fancies into reality.