The young ladies drop down into the most charming positions on either side of the child, and fall straightway into fits of ecstasy over her beauty.

The dog walks up, and pokes his great honest muzzle among them companionably.

Vance stands rigid against the wall, and disapproves strongly of the whole proceeding.
Poor Mrs.Peckover! She had never been in such a house as the Rectory, she had never spoken to a doctor of divinity before in her life.

She was very hot and red and trembling, and made fearful mistakes in grammar, and clung as shyly to Mr.Blyth as if she had been a little girl.

The rector soon contrived, however, to settle her comfortably in a seat by the table.