Windows and doors stood wide to admit the cool, rising breeze; and a big dog, that had gambolled up all the way, set up a bass bark of recognition.

No living thing was to be seen in or around the house; but, at the sound of the bark, a face looked out from a window, about waist-high from the lawn.
The window was open, and the sweetbrier and the rose-vines made a very pretty frame for the delicate young face.

A pale and pensive face, lit with luminous dark eyes, and shaded by soft, dark hair.
The young man walked up, and rested his arm on the low sill.
"Good-evening, Agnes." Agnes Darling held out her hand, with a look of bright pleasure.
"I am glad to see you again, Doctor Danton; and Tiger, too." "Thanks.

I thought I should find you sewing here.

Have you ever left off, night or day, since I left ?" She smiled, and resumed her work.
"I like to be busy; it keeps me from thinking.