"Or would you rather go right away ?" "I'd rather go," said the girl.
"You set down and make yourself comfortable.

I'll hook up your shawl strap." Susan sat by the window, her hands in her lap.

The hand with the new circlet of gold on it was uppermost.

Sallie busied herself with the bundle; abruptly she threw her apron over her face, knelt by the bed and sobbed and uttered inarticulate moans.

The girl made no sound, did not move, looked unseeingly at her inert hands.