She was a handsome girl, possessed of a slender, well-rounded form, deep hazel eyes with the level gaze of her brother, a clean-cut patrician face, and a thorough-bred neatness of carriage that advertised her good blood.
Altogether a figure rather aloof, a face rather impassive; but with the possibility of passion and emotion, and a will to back them.
"Oh, but you're tanned and--and BIG!" she cried, kissing her brother.
"You've had such a strange winter, haven't you ?" "Yes," he replied absently.
Another man would have struck her young imagination with the wild, free thrill of the wilderness.

Thus he would have gained her sympathy and understanding.

Thorpe was too much in earnest.
"Things came a little better than I thought they were going to, toward the last," said he, "and I made a little money." "Oh, I'm so glad!" she cried.

"Was it much ?" "No, not much," he answered.

The actual figures would have been so much better! "I've made arrangements with Mrs.Renwick to hire a servant girl, so you will have all your time free; and I have paid a year's tuition for you in the Seminary." "Oh!" said the girl, and fell silent.
After a time, "Thank you very much, Harry dear." Then after another interval, "I think I'll go get ready for supper." Instead of getting ready for supper, she paced excitedly up and down her room.
"Oh, why DIDN'T he say what he was about ?" she cried to herself.