Opening its mouth in the inevitable resultant roar, it was shocked almost into silence by the tall young lady stooping at once, picking it up, and cheerfully dusting its pinafore.
"Don't cry," she said; "you are not hurt, you know." The deep dimple near her mouth showed itself, and the laugh in her eyes was so reassuring that the penny she put into the grubby hand was less productive of effect than her mere self.

She walked on, leaving the group staring after her breathless, because of a sense of having met with a wonderful adventure.

The grand young lady with the black hair and the blue hat and tall, straight body was the adventure.

She left the same sense of event with the village itself.

They talked of her all day over their garden palings, on their doorsteps, in the street; of her looks, of her height, of the black rim of lashes round her eyes, of the chance that she might be rich and ready to give half-crowns and sovereigns, of the "Meriker" she had come from, and above all of the reason for her coming.
Betty swung with the light, firm step of a good walker out on to the highway.