At this moment there ran through Dora a sensation similar to that occasioned by a mild galvanic shock, but as she was looking out of the open door, the rest of the company saw no signs of this.
"Excuse me," said Mrs.Bannister, in a low voice, and speaking rather rapidly, "but I thought that Miss Drane was working for Dr.Tolbridge, copying, or something of that kind." "She is," answered Miriam, "but she has her regular hours, and stops at five o'clock, just as she did when she was in the doctor's house." When Mrs.Drane had appeared and the visitors had been presented, Miriam said that she would go herself and look for Ralph and Miss Drane.

She thought now that it was very likely they were in the orchard.
"Let me go with, you," exclaimed Dora, springing to her feet, and in a moment she and Miriam had left the house.
"I heard her say," said Miriam, "that she wanted some summer apples, fresh from the tree, and that is the reason why I suppose they are in the orchard.

You never knew anybody so wild about country things as Miss Drane is.

And she knows so little about them too." "Do you like her ?" asked Dora.
"Ever so much.

I think she is as nice as can be.