When she opened the door Sylvia was just coming out of the parlor, and the two sisters met in the entry with a kind of shock.
"Oh, it's you," murmured Sylvia.

Sylvia cast down her eyes before her sister.

She tried not to smile.

Her hair was tumbled and there were red spots on her cheeks.
"Has he been here all this time ?" demanded Hannah.
"He's just gone." "I met him out here.

What in creation did you rig him up in your old shawl for, Sylvy Crane ?" "He was in his shirt-sleeves, an' I wasn't goin' to have him catch his death of cold," replied Sylvia with dignity.
"In his shirt-sleeves!" "Yes, he run out just as he was." "Land sakes!" said Hannah.