Henry heard a door slam and dishes rattle.

"She's all wrought up again," he thought.

He felt very tall as he pitied Sylvia.

He was sorry for her, but her distress over such a matter as the young folks' being late seemed to him about as much to be taken seriously as the buzzing of a bumblebee over a clump of lilies in the yard.
He was watching the bumblebee when he heard the front gate click, and thought with relief that the wanderers had returned, then Sidney Meeks came into view from between the rows of box.

Sidney came up the walk, wiping his forehead with a large red handkerchief, and fanning himself with an obsolete straw hat.
"Hullo," said Henry.
"How are you ?" said Meeks.