Besides, they were camping OUT of the house, and if she chose to sit up or walk about, no one could think it strange.

She wished her father were here that she might have some one of her own kin to talk to, yet she knew not what to say to him if he had come.

She wanted somebody to sympathize with her feelings,--or rather, perhaps, some one to combat and even ridicule the uneasiness that had lately come over her.

She knew what her father would say,--"Do you want to go, or do you want to stay here?
Do you like these people, or do you not ?" She remembered the one or two glowing and enthusiastic accounts she had written him of her visit here, and felt herself blushing again.

What would he think of Mrs.Randolph's opening and answering the telegram?
Wouldn't he find out from the major if she had garbled the sense of his dispatch?
Away to the right, in the midst of the distant and invisible wheat-field, there was the same intermittent star, which like a living, breathing thing seemed to dilate in glowing respiration, as she had seen it the first night of her visit.