Then she returned to her sister with a sigh of gladness.

For the moment she had no trouble of her own.
Upon days of festival, kept in howsoever quiet and pure a spirit, there of necessity follows depression; all mirth is unnatural to the reflective mind, and even the unconscious suffer a mysterious penalty when they have wrested one whole day from fate.

On the Saturday Lydia had no work to go to, and the hours dragged.

In the course of the morning she went out to make some purchases.

She was passing Mrs.
Bower's without intention of entering, when Mary appeared in the doorway and beckoned her.