In her hand the figure held a large glass bottle, from the mouth of which hung a short rubber tube, ending in a bulbous mouth-piece.
Dora could not suppress a start and an expression of surprise, but she knew this must be Miriam Haverley, and advanced toward her.

In a moment she had recovered her self-possession sufficiently to introduce herself and explain the situation.

Miriam took the bottle in her left hand, and held out her right to Dora.
"I have been expecting you would call," she said, "but I had no idea you were here now.

The door-bell is in the basement, and I have been upstairs, trying to get dough off my hands.

I have been making bread, and I had no idea it was so troublesome to get your hands clean afterwards; but I expect my dough is stickier than it ought to be, and after that I was busy getting myself ready to go out and feed a calf.