The house was the perfection of neatness--so were the four Miss Willises.
Everything was formal, stiff, and cold--so were the four Miss Willises.
Not a single chair of the whole set was ever seen out of its place--not a single Miss Willis of the whole four was ever seen out of hers.

There they always sat, in the same places, doing precisely the same things at the same hour.

The eldest Miss Willis used to knit, the second to draw, the two others to play duets on the piano.

They seemed to have no separate existence, but to have made up their minds just to winter through life together.

They were three long graces in drapery, with the addition, like a school-dinner, of another long grace afterwards--the three fates with another sister--the Siamese twins multiplied by two.
The eldest Miss Willis grew bilious--the four Miss Willises grew bilious immediately.