Shall we stay here and let them pass, or make a run for the house ?" "No," said Yerba, to Milly's great surprise.

"That would look as if we cared.

Besides, I don't know that Mr.Hathaway has come to see ME.
We'll stroll out and meet them accidentally." Milly was still more astonished.

However, she said, "Wait a moment, dear!" and, with the instinctive deftness of her sex, in three small tugs and a gentle hitch, shook Yerba's gown into perfect folds, passed her fingers across her forehead and over her ears, securing, however, with a hairpin on their passage three of the rose petals where they had fallen.

Then, discharging their faces of any previous expression, these two charming hypocrites sallied out innocently into the walk.
Nothing could be more natural than their manner: if a criticism might be ventured upon, it was that their elbows were slightly drawn inwards and before them, leaving their hands gracefully advanced in the line of their figures, an attitude accepted throughout the civilized world of deportment as indicating fastidious refinement not unmingled with permissible hauteur.
The three gentlemen lifted their hats at this ravishing apparition, and halted.