Beauty and high-bred grace in every limb and every motion.

She stood there an instant on tiptoe, with the sunlight full upon her, while Sam, buried in gloom, had time for a delighted look, before she stepped into the verandah and saw him.
She floated towards him through the deep shadow.

"I think," she said in the sweetest, most musical little voice, "that you are Mr.Buckley.

If so, you are a very old friend of mine by report." So she held out her little hand, and with one bold kind look from the happy eyes, finished Sam for life.
Father and mother, retire into the chimney corner and watch.

Your day is done.