But Dahlia came only to the bedside, without leaning over, and spoke of her looks, which held the girl quiet.
"How she sleeps! It's a country sleep!" Dahlia murmured.

"She's changed, but it's all for the better.

She's quite a woman; she's a perfect brunette; and the nose I used to laugh at suits her face and those black, thick eyebrows of hers; my pet! Oh, why is she here?
What's meant by it?
I knew nothing of her coming.

Is she sent on purpose ?" Rhoda did not stir.

The tone of Dahlia's speaking, low and almost awful to her, laid a flat hand on her, and kept her still.
"I came for my Bible," she heard Dahlia say.