She wore a smart brown suit, with two very modish little shoes peeping from beneath it; and her hat of dull pink straw, wreathed with golden-brown poppies, had the indefinable, unmistakable air which pertains to the "creation" of an artist in millinery.

Priscilla had a sudden stinging consciousness that her own hat had been trimmed by her village store milliner, and Anne wondered uncomfortably if the blouse she had made herself, and which Mrs.Lynde had fitted, looked VERY countrified and home-made besides the stranger's smart attire.

For a moment both girls felt like turning back.
But they had already stopped and turned towards the gray slab.

It was too late to retreat, for the brown-eyed girl had evidently concluded that they were coming to speak to her.

Instantly she sprang up and came forward with outstretched hand and a gay, friendly smile in which there seemed not a shadow of either shyness or burdened conscience.
"Oh, I want to know who you two girls are," she exclaimed eagerly.