At the well curb stood Katharine Comstock.

The strain of the day was finding reaction.

Her chin was in the air, she was heaving, shaking and strangling to suppress any sound.

The word that slipped between Margaret Sinton's lips shocked Wesley until he dropped on his chair, and recalled her to her senses.
She was fairly composed as she turned to Elnora, and began the fitting.
When she had pinched, pulled, and patted she called, "Come see if you think this fits, Kate." Mrs.Comstock had gone around to the back door and answered from the kitchen.

"You know more about it than I do.