He could not see anything of her face except the droop of her mouth, a bit of her cheek, and her chin that promised firmness.

Her mouth did not change expression in the slightest degree until she moved her lips in speech.
"I don't care.

What is there to boss me about?
The world has stopped." Her voice was steady, and it was also sullen.
"Right there is where the need of bossing begins.

You can't stay in town any longer.

There's nothing here to keep you from going crazy; and the Allens are altogether too sympathetic; nice folks, and they mean well,--but you don't want a bunch like that slopping around, crying all over you and keeping you in mind of things.