When he looked over his shoulder she was lacing her boots.

He went back and stood over her.
"Hilda you'd better think a while longer before you do that.

I don't know what I ought to say, but I don't believe you'd be happy; truly I don't.

Aren't you trying to frighten me ?" She tied the knot of the last lacing and put her boot-heel down firmly.
"No; I'm telling you what I've made up my mind to do.

I suppose I would better do it without telling you.