Although she rather liked Kit Askew, he had humiliated her.
"Well," she said resolutely, "something must be done.

If the strayed sheep could be found, it would help." "Yes," said Kit.

"Tom and I start for Swinset to-morrow to try to bring them back.

But if you'll wait a moment, I'll open the gate." He walked through the mud the cattle had churned up, and, lifting the broken gate, pushed it back so that Grace could cross a drier spot.

Then, as he stood with his hands on the rotten bars, she stopped.
"Don't start for Swinset until you hear from me," she said.