But Miss Camilla, having welcomed her brother with gentle warmth, greeted this little poor Jerome with as sweet a courtesy as if he had been the Governor, and bade Lucina run to the house and ask 'Liza to fetch two more cups and saucers and two plates, and motioned both her guests to be seated on the arbor bench.
Squire Eben laughed, and glanced at his great mud-splashed boots, his buckskin, his fishing-tackle, and a fine string of spotted trout which he bore.

"A pretty knight for a lady's bower I am!" said he.
"A lady never judges a knight by his outward guise," returned Camilla, with soft pleasantry.

She adored her brother.
Eben laughed, deposited his fish and tackle on the bench near the door, and flung himself down opposite them, at a respectful distance from his sister's silken flounces, with a sigh of comfort.

"I have had a hard tramp, and would like a cup of your tea," he admitted.
"I've been lucky, though.

'Twas a fine day for trout, though I would not have thought it.