Her very cap-strings seemed to hang limp with depression, as she followed Sarah dejectedly into the kitchen, and gave what attention she could to, those second-best arrangements so depressing to the idealist temper.
Poor soul! All the charm and glitter of her little social adventure was gone.

When she once more emerged upon the lawn, and languidly readjusted her spectacles, she was weighed down by the thought that in two hours Mrs.Seaton would be upon her.

Nothing of this kind ever happened to Mrs.Seaton.The universe obeyed her nod.

No carrier conveying goods to her august door ever got drunk or failed to deliver his consignment.

The thing was inconceivable.