Going next to the mirror, she deliberately took down her hair, and arranged it in the old careless way that Ollie had always known.

"You're just the same backwoods girl, Sammy Lane, so far as outside things go," she said to the face in the glass; "but you are not quite the same all the way through.

We'll see if he--" She was interrupted by the loud barking of the dog outside, and her heart beat more quickly as a voice cried, "Hello, hello, I say; call off your dog!" Sammy hurried to the door.

A strange gentleman stood at the gate.
The strangest gentleman that Sammy had ever seen.

Surely this could not be Ollie Stewart; this slender, pale-faced man, with faultless linen, well gloved hands and shining patent leathers.
The girl drew back in embarrassment.
But there was no hesitation on the part of the young man.