Her head had not profited by the violent exercise.
Dusting is an occupation not incompatible with reverie.

How hard it was to keep her mind from the subject which she had determined not to think of! As often as her face turned to the sunlight, that longing came back.
Mrs.Grail joined her presently.

We know that the old lady had no fondness for domestic bustle.

She sat down, and at length persuaded Thyrza to do the same.
At half-past eleven Mrs.Grail said: 'My dear, I think you ought to go out for a little, while it's so bright.

I'm not at all sure that the sun 'll last till dinnertime; it's getting rather uncertain.