Miriam looked up in astonishment.
"You needn't be frightened," she said.

"How red you are! I suppose it is only Ralph." "I was afraid it was," said Dora, in a low voice, as she shook out her skirts.

"I wouldn't have had him see me that way for anything." Now Miriam was angry.

There was nothing to be ashamed of, that she could see, and it was certainly very rude in Miss Bannister to drop her bottle, and nearly push her over in her haste to get away from her and her poor calf.
The person who had been approaching the barn now entered, but it was not Ralph Haverley.

It was a shorter and a stouter young man, with side whiskers.
"Why, Herbert!" exclaimed Dora, in a tone of surprise and disappointment, "have you got back already ?" Her brother smiled.