"I am wearing your things still, and I have had such a lovely time.

Thank you again for letting me have them.

I am going to return them now." "You need not do that." Isabel spoke with her eyes still fixed upon the girlish face.

"Keep them if you like them! I shall never wear them again.
They tell me--they tell me--I am a widow." "Miss Isabel darlint!" Biddy spoke sibilantly from the background.

"Don't be talking to the young lady of such things! Won't ye sit down then, miss?
And maybe I can get ye a cup o' tay." "Ah, do, Biddy!" Scott put in his quiet word.