Her back was turned toward the door, when some one came in, but she heard the approaching steps and looked quickly round the cabin walls.
"Heavens!" she exclaimed, in a gay whisper.

"No looking-glass! One sees that it is only men who live here." And she turned, with smiling eyes and a hand upraised to her disordered hair, to note the new-comer.

It was Dormer Colville, who laid aside his waterproof as he came and greeted her as an old friend.

He had, indeed, known her since her early childhood, and had always succeeded in keeping pace with her, even in the rapid changes of her last year at school.
"Here is an adventure," he said, shaking hands.

"But I can see that you have taken no harm, and have not even been afraid.