The girl was bare-headed, and Don Paley's repair of yesterday's damage was noticeable.

She came at a quickening pace, while Juliana followed slowly.

Juliana looked severe and formidable.

Never had her nose looked more the Whipple nose then when she observed Dave Cowan and his son at the stile.

Yet she smiled humorously when she recognized the boy, and allowed the humour to reach his father when she glanced at him.