At that moment her eyes saw nothing physical.

They held the faraway light of the dreamer, the look that sees so much of the past and nothing of the present.
Presently her reflections were broken by the actions of the pony.
Madcap had thrown up her head, laid back her ears and commenced to paw the ground with her forefeet.

Betty looked round to see the cause of Madcap's excitement.

What was that! She saw a tall figure clad in brown leaning against the stone.

She saw a long fishing-rod.
What was there so familiar in the poise of that figure?
Madcap dislodged a stone from the path and it went rattling down the rock, slope and fell with a splash into the water.