She is a good deal older than I am, but sometimes it seems as if it were the other way.

I suppose one reason is that she wants to know so much, and I think I must like to tell people things--nice people, I mean." Dora's mind was in a state of lively receptivity, and it received an impression from Miriam's words that might be of use hereafter.

But now they had reached the orchard, and there, standing on a low branch of a tree, was Ralph, and below was Miss Drane.

Her laughing face was turned upward, and she was holding her straw hat to catch an apple, but it was plain that she was not skilled in that sort of exercise, and when the apple dropped, it barely touched the rim of the hat and rolled upon the ground, and then they both laughed as if they had known each other for twenty years.
"What a little thing," said Miss Bannister.
"She is small," answered Miriam, "but isn't she pretty and graceful?
And her clothes fit her so beautifully.

I am sure you will like her." Ralph came down from the tree, the straw hat was replaced on the head of Miss Drane, and then came introduction and greeting.