Augusta Huiell Seaman

“ But Miss Camilla was now coming back, bearing a tray on which stood three glasses of water, a plate of cookies, and three little dishes of delicious strawberries.
"You children must be hungry after your long morning's excursion," she said. "Try these strawberries of mine. They have just come from the garden."
Doris thought she had never tasted anything more delightful than that impromptu little repast. And when it was over she asked Miss Camilla a question, for she had been chatting with her all through it, in decided contrast to the rather embarrassed silence of Sally. ”

“ From their vantage-point behind some tall bushes at the roadside, the girls could watch her unobserved.
"I like her looks," whispered Doris, after a moment. "Who is she, and why does she live in this queer little place?"
"I told you her name was Roundtree—Miss Camilla Roundtree," replied Sally. "Most folks around here call her old Miss Camilla. She's awfully poor, though they say her folks were quite rich at one time, and she's quite deaf, too. ”

“ Once she lent me one or two, when I went to get her to make a sweater for Genevieve."
"Oh, do you know her?" cried Doris. "How interesting!"
"Why yes, of course I know her. Every one does around here. But I don't see anything very interesting about it."
To tell the truth. Sally was quite puzzled by Doris's absorption in the subject. It was Genevieve who broke the spell.
"I's sirsty!" she moaned. "I want a djink. I want Miss Camilla to gi' me a djink!"
"Come on!" cried Doris to Sally. "If you know her, we can easily go over and ask her for a drink. I'm crazy to meet her." ”