Her face was not too clean, her frock was soiled and mussed, her curls had been blown into a tangle and there were smooches, Jed guessed them to be blackberry stains, on her hands, around her mouth and even across her small nose.

She had a doll, its raiment in about the same condition as her own, tucked under one arm.

Hat she had none.
Mr.Winslow inspected her in his accustomed deliberate fashion.
"Guess you've been havin' a pretty good time, haven't you ?" he inquired.
The small visitor's answer was given with dignity.
"Yes," she said.

"Will you please tell me if you are the windmill man ?" Jed accepted the snub with outward humility and inward appreciation.
"Why, yes," he admitted; "I presume likely I'm the windmill man.
Is there anything I can do for you this evenin' ?" Apparently there was, for the child, untucking the doll from beneath her right arm and tucking it under the left, pointed her right hand at a wooden weather-vane in the shape of a sperm whale and asked: "Please, does that fish go 'round ?" "Go 'round?
Go 'round where ?" "I mean does it go 'round and 'round on a stick ?" "Cal'late it does when it has a chance." "And does it make the wind blow no'theast by no'th and--and like that ?" "Eh?
Make the wind blow--how ?" "I mean does it make the wind blow different ways, no'theast by no'th and cantin' 'round to the sou-east and--and those ways?
Captain Hedge has got a fish up on his barn that used to do that, but now it won't 'cause he cal'lates it's rusted fast.

He said he guessed he would have to be getting a new one.