Her red cheeks were redder than ever.

Her dark hair coiled closely about her shapely head.

And she had grown tall, too, the young man noticed, though she was still plump and round-limbed.
"My buckets are full, and I'll have to take them to the house before I can finish," she said.

"You stay here until I come back--if you want to." "I don't want to--here, let me carry them." He took the pails from her hand, and they went to the house together.
The milk was carried into the kitchen where Mrs.Duke was busy with pots and pans.

Mr.Duke was before the mirror, giving the finishing touches to his hair.