She had some slight gift of observation and that sense, so rich in every women intuition.
She felt the drag of a lean and narrow life.

The walls of the rooms were discordantly papered.

The floors were covered with matting and the hall laid with a thin rag carpet.

One could see that the furniture was of that poor, hurriedly patched together quality sold by the installment houses.
She sat with Minnie, in the kitchen, holding the baby until it began to cry.

Then she walked and sang to it, until Hanson, disturbed in his reading, came and took it.