Then it struck me he might have seen Chris trespassing, and he might be coming at last to lay a formal complaint.
Twenty minutes later James came to tell me that Father wished to see me in the library, and when I got there, Father was just settling his eye-glass in his eye, and the Old Squire was standing on the hearth-rug, with a big piece of paper in his hand.

And then I saw that I was right, and that the flowers in his button-hole were hose-in-hose.
As I came in he laid down the paper, took the hose-in-hose out of his button-hole in his left hand, and held out his right hand to me, saying: "I'm more accustomed to public speaking than to private speaking, Miss Mary.

But--will you be friends with me ?" In Mary's Meadow my head had got all confused, because I was frightened.

I was not frightened to-day, and I saw the whole matter in a moment.

He had found the double cowslips, and he knew now that I was neither a liar nor a thief.