Surely there must be some one on the place who could tell her what had happened.
Approaching the gardener's house, she met Phoebe just coming out of the door.
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the woman of color.

"Is that you, Miss Dora?
Mike hollered to me that a kirridge had come, and I was a-hurryin' up to the house to see who it was." "I came to call on Miss Haverley," said Dora.

"How is she, Phoebe, and can I see her ?" "Oh, she's well enough, and you can see her if you can find her; but to save my soul, Miss Dora, I couldn't tell you where she is at this minute.
You never did in all your life see anybody like that Miss Miriam is.

Why, true as I speak, the very sparrers in the trees isn't as wild as she is.
From sunrise this morning she has been on the steady go.

You'd think, to see her, that the hens and the cows and the colts and even the old apple trees was all silver and gold and diamonds in her eyes, she takes on so about 'em.