And I should think the poor girl's had enough of Miss Rachel by evening.

I spent the next hour or so with Miss Rachel, sitting talking in the garden.

Miss Rachel called after her towards the door, in high indignation.

Miss Rachel, left alone, was astonished and annoyed to find herself crying.

No need to ask if Miss Rachel had been consulted.

But you know, Miss Rachel, these are not the things I will be asked.

Miss Rachel, you went out with that terrible hole in your skirt!

Miss Rachel, do you know that your aunt is about to send for a physician?

"You all call Miss Rachel right now and tell her where you are," she told him.

This might seem rude, but it was only Miss Rachel's way.