Her delicately chiselled features wore what might have been a somewhat too decided impress of spirit and independence , had it not been for the sweet mouth , red and dimpled and curving , that parted in a slow , charming smile as Mrs. Bentley came forward with her kindly welcome . `` You must be real tired , Miss Lennox . It 's a long drive from the train down here . Agnes , show Miss Lennox up to her room , and tea will be ready when you come down . '' Agnes came forward with the shy grace that always won friends for her , and the two girls went slowly up the broad , old-fashioned staircase , while Mrs. Bentley bustled away to bring in the tea and put a goblet of damask roses on the table . `` She looks like a picture , does n't she , John ? '' she said to her husband . `` I never saw such a face -- and that hair too . Would you have believed red hair could be so handsome ? She seems real friendly -- none of your stuck-up fine ladies ! I 've had all I want of them , I can tell you ! '' `` Sh -- sh -- sh ! '' said Mr. Bentley warningly , as Ethel Lennox came in with her arm about Agnes . She looked even more lovely without her hat , with the soft red tendrils of hair lying on her forehead . Mrs. Bentley sent a telegraphic message of admiration across the table to her husband , who was helping the cold tongue and feeling his way to a conversation . `` You 'll find it pretty quiet here , Miss Lennox . We 're plain folks and there ai n't much going and coming . Maybe you do n't mind that , though ? '' `` I like it . When one has been teaching school all the year in a noisy city , quiet seems the one thing to be desired .
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