She proved to be the daughter of the old gentleman who liked the improved grape juice.
As Baird had intimated, she was a large girl; not only tall and stoutly built, but somewhat heavy of face.

Baird's heart must have been touched indeed when he consented to employ her, but Merton remembered her bedridden father and mother, the little crippled brother, the little sister who was also in poor health, and resolved to make their scenes together as easy for her as he could.
At their first encounter she appeared in a mannish coat and riding breeches, though she looked every inch a woman in this attire.
"She sees you, and it's a case of love at first sight on her part," explained Baird.

"And you love her, too, only you're a bashful country boy and can't show it the way she can.

Try out a little first scene now." Merton stood, his basket on his arm, as the girl approached him.

"Look down," called Baird, and Merton lowered his gaze under the ardent regard of the social butterfly.