The light behind her showed her up plain as could be.

I heard Fred Bearse make a kind of gaspin' noise in his throat.
"'What a lovely night!' she says, half to herself.

Then she calls: 'Papa, dear, you really ought to see the stars.' "Old man Robinson, who I judged was in the settin' room, snarled out somethin' which wa'n't no compliment to the stars.

Then he ordered her to come in afore she catched cold.

She sighed and obeyed orders, shuttin' the door astern of her.