The girl was so listless, so unlike herself, so miserable.

It was many days before she summoned the energy to dress, and even then she displayed an almost painful reluctance to go downstairs.
She seemed to live in continual dread of some approaching ordeal.
"I believe it's Rufus she's afraid of," was Mrs.Peck's verdict.
But Adam scouted the idea as absurd.

"What will you think of next, woman?
Why, any one can see as he's quiet and well-behaved enough for any lass.

She's missing the curly-topped chap a bit maybe.

But she'll get over that.