Dave and Miss Juliana had never been formally presented.

Dave had seen Juliana, but Juliana had had until this moment no sight of Dave, for though there was in Newbern no social prejudice against a craftsman, and Dave might have moved in its highest circles, he had chosen to consort with the frankly ineligible.

He lifted his cap in a flourishing salute as Juliana and Patricia came through the stile.
"And how are you to-day, my young friend ?" asked Juliana of Wilbur in her calm, deep voice.
The Wilbur twin said, "Very well, I thank you," striving instinctively to make his own voice as deep as Juliana's.
The girl winked at him brazenly as they passed on.
"Gypsies!" she called, exultantly, and Juliana swept him with a tolerant smile.
Dave Cowan watched them along the path to the ridge above the camp.

Here they paused in most intelligible pantomime.

Patricia Whipple wished to descend to the very heart of the camp, while Juliana could be seen informing the child that they were near enough.