"Your granny must do without you, for you have got to come back with me."
"Oh, indeed, I can't!"
"But you must, my little girl. I have got the most heavenly plan to suggest to you."
Cassandra laid her hand on Ruth's shoulder. Ruth started away.
"What is it, Ruth? How queer you look! What is the matter?"
"I must get home. I promised granny."
"But listen before you decide. You know Miss Renshaw, don't you?"
"Miss Maria Renshaw, the coach. Yes, I do."
"Don't you remember my pointing her out to you?"
"Of course I remember it, Cassandra; and she looked—oh, lovely!"