"Here is John with the carriage," she exclaimed.

"Let us go, Archibald." Standing outside the gates, talking to the rector's family, were several ladies, one of them Barbara Hare.

She watched Mr.Carlyle place his wife in the carriage; she watched him drive away.

Barbara's lips were white, as she bowed in return to his greeting.
"The heat is so great!" murmured Barbara, when those around noticed her paleness.
"Ah! You ought to have gone in the phaeton, with Mr.and Mrs.Hare as they desired you." "I wished to walk," returned the unhappy Barbara.
"What a pretty girl that is!" uttered Lady Isabel to her husband.

"What is her name ?" "Barbara Hare.".