"Well, I do.

But what are you looking at ?" Her companion had caught her arm, and was gazing intently at the house.
"Yerba," she said quickly, "there's the Mayor, and uncle, and a strange gentleman coming down the walk.

They're looking for us.

And, as I live, Yerb! the strange gentleman is that young senator, Mr.Hathaway!" "Mr.Hathaway?
Nonsense!" "Look for yourself." Yerba glanced at the three gentlemen, who, a hundred yards distant, were slowly advancing in the direction of the ceanothus-hedge, behind which the girls had instinctively strayed during their conversation.
"What are you going to do ?" said Milly, eagerly.

"They're coming straight this way.