She did not turn her head.
'How funny you look with your hair like that!' Thyrza had declined to have her hair braided, and had coiled it herself in a new way.

She made no reply.
'Good-bye, pet!' Lydia said, coming near.
Thyrza did not move.

She was looking downwards at the fire.

Lydia touched her; she started, and, with a steady gaze, said, 'Good-bye, Lyddy!' 'I do wish I hadn't to go.

But I shall be very quick.' 'Yes.