Even Sally's movements were less hasty and abrupt.

Mr Benson seemed invested with a new dignity, which made his bodily deformity be forgotten in his calm, grave composure of spirit.
Every trace of week-day occupation was put away; the night before, a bright new handsome tablecloth had been smoothed down over the table, and the jars had been freshly filled with flowers.

Sunday was a festival and a holy day in the house.

After the very early breakfast, little feet pattered into Mr Benson's study, for he had a class for boys--a sort of domestic Sunday-school, only that there was more talking between teacher and pupils, than dry, absolute lessons going on.

Miss Benson, too, had her little, neat-tippeted maidens sitting with her in the parlour; and she was far more particular in keeping them to their reading and spelling, than her brother was with his boys.