She knew where the great meadow was, because she had looked over it when she had stood at the wide barn window with Mr.Haverley.

He had pointed out a good many things to her, and she remembered them all.
But she did not go to the hay-field.

Just as she was about to step out upon the back porch, she heard a door open behind her, and turning, saw, emerging from the closed apartment which contained the staircase, a strange figure.

The head was that of a young girl about fourteen, with large, astonished blue eyes, and light brown hair hanging in a long plait down her back, while her form was attired in a plum-colored silk gown, very much worn, torn in some places, with several great stains in the front of the skirt, and a long and tattered train.

The shoulders were ever so much too wide, the waist was ever so much too big, and the long sleeves were turned back and rolled up.