When he regained his equilibrium from the quick sidewise leap from the car, and stood hesitating a little, as one will do before a strange house, for he was not quite sure as to his bearings, he saw a white blur as of feminine apparel in the front doorway.

He advanced tentatively up the little path between two rows of flowering bushes, and Ellen rose.
"Good-evening, Mr.Lloyd," she said, in a slightly tremulous voice.
"Oh, good-evening, Miss Brewster," he cried, quickly.

"So I am right! I was not sure as to the house." "People generally tell by the cherry-trees in the yard," replied Ellen, taking refuge from her timidity in the security of commonplace observation, as she had done the night before, giving thereby both a sense of disappointment and elusiveness.
"Won't you walk in ?" she added, with the prim politeness of a child who accosts a guest according to rule and precept.

Ellen had never, in fact, had a young man make a formal call upon her before.

She reflected now, both with relief and trepidation, that her mother was away, having gone to her aunt Eva's.