But when the girl came downstairs again with the handkerchief, she said: "Oh, thank you!" in a gracious way.
She sat and talked about the dinner on the train, which had been so poor; about London, about dances.

She was really very nervous, and chattered from fear.

Morel sat all the time smoking his thick twist tobacco, watching her, and listening to her glib London speech, as he puffed.

Mrs.Morel, dressed up in her best black silk blouse, answered quietly and rather briefly.

The three children sat round in silence and admiration.