Even the sweetness of the mignonette was faintly perceived.
"How strong the box is," said Ellen, imperceptibly shrinking a little from Robert.
When they reached the Brewster house Robert said, as kindly as Granville Joy might have done, "Cannot we get better acquainted, Miss Brewster?
May I call upon you sometimes ?" "I shall be happy to see you," Ellen said, repeating the formula of welcome like a child, but she knew when she repeated it that it was very true.

After she had parted from young Lloyd, she went into the sitting-room where were her mother and father, her mother sewing on a wrapper, her father reading the paper.

Both of them looked up as the girl entered, and both stared at her in a bewildered way without rightly knowing why.

Ellen's cheeks were a wonderful color, her eyes fairly blazed with blue light, her mouth was smiling in that ineffable smile of a simple overflow of happiness.
"Did you ride home on the car ?" asked Fanny.

"I didn't hear it stop." "No, mother." "Did you come home alone ?" asked Andrew, abruptly.
"No," said Ellen, blinking before the glare of the lamp.