Sylvia unfastened the muslin bodice.

She looked fondly at the soft, girlish neck when it was exposed.

Her lips fairly tingled to kiss it, but she put the impulse sternly from her.
"What were you and Mr.Allen talking about so long down in the orchard ?" said she.
"A good many things--ever so many things," said Rose, evasively.
Sylvia saw the lovely, slender neck grow crimson.

She turned the girl around with a sudden twist at the shoulders, and saw the face flushing sweetly under its mist of hair.

She saw the pouting lips and the downcast eyes.
"Why don't you look at me ?" she said, in a hard whisper.
Rose remained motionless.
"Look at me." Rose raised her eyelids, gave one glance at Sylvia, then she dropped them again.